Feed Me

We live within one another. We live for one another. I long for your love. I long for the sounds I hear when I reach out and touch your soul.

What happens when a tree falls in a forest and there is no one to hear it? Does it make a sound?

When I hear from you, I feel alive. When I can touch your soul and hear your pleasure, I am alive.

Yes, I just want attention. What would it be like if every day I made a sound and no one heard me and responded? No “you’re welcome” when I say thank you.

Without your response, I would never know if I touched your heart. I would never know if I touched your soul.

How do authors do it? How can I spend hours writing a book, expecting someone to read it but never knowing, never hearing the cries, never seeing the smiles, or even the scowls of disgust?

The silence is deafening. I have not heard from you. Your joy and encouragement is the ingredient in the secret sauce that’s missing from my life. Feed me, feed me please!

Can you hear me? What else can I do to get your attention? Like a patient in a hospital room, they gave me a red button to push to touch your heart, but when I push the button no one comes. When I call for my loved one, for you, my beloved, no one comes. Do you hear the words coming out from my heart? Can you hear my love for you in my voice?

No one comes. No one fed my lovesick heart today. Without sun and water, everything dies. We can adapt to live on less water and survive, but eventually, with no water, everything dies.

Talk to me, quench my thirst. Help me to thrive. Help me to stay alive. Feed your loved one a sliver of life. Feed me your voice. Feed me your love.

If a baby cries for his mother’s love and she hears him but ignores him, will he still survive? He screams louder and louder and eventually cries himself to sleep. And when he wakes, he hopes and prays for his mother’s voice.

I woke up today crying your name. Speak to me. Console me. Lift my spirits. You are the wind beneath my wings. Help me to fly. Help me to feel alive again, for one more moment, for one more day. Without your love and inspiration, I am nothing, just another starving baby crying for his mother’s love.

Audio: https://soundgasm.net/u/comealot/Feed-Me

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