Saved by Nace Zupančič and
the hunger to be everything.
I used to think I was failing because I hadn’t arrived anywhere, but I’ve simply been lost in the contradiction of different maps, wandering too many paths.
amber. • the hunger to be everything.
Before our feet touch the earth, our eyes have already wandered into someone else’s world. We didn’t notice when we stopped living and began watching others.
amber. • the hunger to be everything.
Always terrified of settling. I used to think I was failing because I hadn’t arrived anywhere, but I’ve simply been lost in the contradiction of different maps, wandering too many paths.
amber. • the hunger to be everything.
The hunger to be everything was only ever a longing to be loved.
But you were always worthy.
Even as just one true, marvellous thing:
yourself .
—i know you’ll learn to live for yourself, amber.
But you were always worthy.
Even as just one true, marvellous thing:
yourself .
—i know you’ll learn to live for yourself, amber.
amber. • the hunger to be everything.
I’m haunted by the time I’ve given to this never-ending feed. How many sacred moments have I missed, peering into someone else’s backyard; only to rip up my own seedlings and plant what they had sown?
the hunger to be everything.
And I do not want more doors—I want to walk through one without looking back. I want to love something long enough to feel it love me in return. I want to lay foundations on imperfect soil and call it home anyway.
the hunger to be everything.
Our skin aches for mornings that begin with the light of dawn and not that of a screen. Before our feet touch the earth, our eyes have already wandered into someone else’s world. We didn’t notice when we stopped living and began watching others. We’ve become spectators of everyone and participants in nothing of our own.
amber. • the hunger to be everything.
morning stalk
And I am so exhausted by this constant orbit around potential. This slow bleeding of meaning. A daily flirtation with who I am not, what I don’t have, and what I haven’t done. Somewhere along the way, I stopped asking what I wanted and started asking what would look impressive. And what society worships shifts so quickly, that mentality becomes... See more
amber. • the hunger to be everything.
modern life is sick
I’ve been waiting for you to stop trying to be extraordinary, to stop trying to be ‘them’, all so I can love you as you are.