Starved

It's hard to explain the feeling of wanting something so bad. So convinced that when you get it, all will be right, a feeling so overwhelming that it's almost blinding. Food for your soul that nothing else will satisfy, thus you're always left hungry. A connection that powers you, like a cord to a battery pack, without it you're never fully charged. Always running on less than capacity and with the juice slowly fading away into space like evaporating alcohol. You keep searching for that elusive outlet, praying for a flavor you'll always crave and consume until sated, longing for that fully charged state.