This void is an impenetrable void. It’s a place filled to the brim with hunger. Not for love. Not for sex. Not for hubbies or daddies or besties either. A hunger for something that does not exist. It’s not a wish to be in a place or a space or with someone, it’s just a hunger, a damn hunger. For that thing, that person, that space, that feeling. It’s there, in the unreachable distance and when I near it, it’s gone.