THE HUNTER

I feel my strength falling-- fading-- Has it been so long since the last time I smelled it? There it was once again; that sound coming to my head telling me where to look forward; the warm and colorful stream is driving me slowly and cautiously, just like it used to.

THE HUNGER

It was like a deep scratch... trying a grasp of first breath, getting filled with real air and been born from the dust again.

Just remembering how it happened. Why was this so hard?

Pushing to get above through the dirt with bones, fingers, nails... but realizing how damaged the flesh was, when it used to be soft and clear, as bright as an angel from the dark night.

That old feeling of being a hunter just because of the smell and taste of that sweet and striking first drink... THAT FIRST DRINK!