it is good to hunger and grieve, to feel the need of loss, to have an appetite, simply to want and never be quite satisfied. it is good to feel the rumble in your stomach, the undefinable ache that you cannot pinpoint, the slight tremble at your fingertips that you are weak with longing. it is a curse to grow fat, it is a curse to mourn for nothing anymore, it is a curse to no longer desire.