the box of hunger

she had  a list of wishes. she wrote them on a piece of paper and she kept it in a box she called box of hunger. when she done with some of the wishes, she crossed them out. she used a black marker. an abyss of satisfaction when she scratched the tip on the paper. twice strokes and she smiled. 

1)  i wish to be free and happy to be lost forever.  "i let go. lost in oblivion. dark and silent and complete. i found freedom. losing all hope was freedom." chuck wrote that. i should stop quoting him.

2)  to be in that square with horses statue and blue eyes dude somewhere in europe. a dream of 10 years old girl who wants to see world in a different logic. well less the dude. he galloped away.

3) an apple mac. if i can save 100 each month.

and the list continued to haunt the box of hunger. she always thought that the box of hunger would puke all her craving someday. yelled to her to stop all the binge. not to have a colon cancer. poor box.

the last entry stop here:

8) i wish to know her better. her dream and despair. her favourite colours or just  to say something sensible. as simple as i adore you. if possible, when she sleep. oh yeah i need to absolutely get her brayani rice recipe. must. i will call her on wednesday. 10pm will be nice.

she never cross that out. that piece of paper stayed intact in the box of hunger. no longer wish for bold mark. left an infinite desire of saying a simple "i adore you".

oh yeah, i forgot, she added another wish. scribed as no 9 wish.

9) i will rejoin her....