Overflow

I am overflowing, 

With words, with ideas, with life, with nourishment, with pride, with shame,

With every piece of myself I kept hidden,

Bottled,

Under a tightly sealed lid,

For so long.

I cannot get enough of this life.

I am hungry,

I am ravenous,

I cannot read fast enough,

Cannot think at the pace that my thoughts warrant,

Cannot create what is being demanded by my soul.

I want to run my fingertips deeply through my weaving,

And lose myself for days in the intensity that is myself.

For how long have I slept,

For how unknowing I have been.

I want this feast to last forever,

This thirst to be never quenched.

It seems I cannot be satiated,

My hunger only deepening,

A cavern begging to be filled.

How am I supposed to do anything at all,

With all this feeling?