I am not that hungry that I would eat my own imagination

I went for a walk with my thoughts. As I watched, he smiled and showed me of his kitchen. I told myself-

“I am not that hungry that I would eat my own imagination”.

I eventually did. Unsatisfied, I made conversation with the backup. We dug sands at the beaches and played in mud. We made temporary toys of footprints. I was the land, the sea reached out to, momentarily and continuously. Then it rained, but it didn’t matter to the waves.

I felt hungry again.

A lot happened in between. Things I will never know.