Journal entry 12 4laugh
When dogs cry
We’re in the deepest part of the city now, and the dogs stops and turns around to face me his eyes are hungrier than ever.
Hungry proud.
Hungry to keep his desire.
If it affects me, making my heart reach further inside of me, beating harder, prouder, bigger.
He’s chosen this moment to show me how I am.
The wind starts to push thought again and a storm stirs itself amongst the sky.
Lightning roars and thunder cracks above us.
And the dog begins.
He reaches deep, and his fur stands on end, climbing ferociously at the sky. From his heart, from his spirit, he beings to howl.
The howls over the top of howling thunder.
He howls above the howling lighting, and beyond the howling wind.
With his head claiming the endless sky, he howls hunger and I feel rage through me.
It’s my hunger.
It’s my pride.
And I smile.
I smile and I feel it in my eyes, because hunger is a powerful thing,
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