August 16: Thoughts for the Day

Wishes and dreams stalk me like a predatory hunter, inching closer and closer until they are ready to pounce. The ones that feed on material desires are the easiest to elude.  But those that feed on the soul are relentless.  They are obdurately ravenous beasts who will stop at nothing until their hunger is sated, when the flesh is gone and all that remains is gristle and bone.