Interior Alchemy by Natalie Kirkpatrick

unafraid of hunger

It feels like breathing all the way down again.
Like being touched by air and letting it stay.

There is no performance here—
only a soft returning to what was never gone.

To live awake is to feel the small shifts,
the temperature of truth changing under your 
skin.
It's how light tastes different when you stop
rushing through it.

To live alive
is to stop editing the pulse.
To let desire stretch its legs,
unashamed of how far it wants to walk.

And to live unafraid of your own hunger—
that's the holy part.
Because hunger is not lack.
It's life asking to be met.

You start to notice the way everything touches
you—

wind, gaze, memory, sound—
and instead of flinching, you let it land.

No armor.
No choreography.
Just body.
Just breath.
Just the long low song of being here.

You were never meant to starve for experience.
You were meant to taste it until it becomes you.