As I walk.

Through the valleys.

Of the shadows of death.

I feel a terrible hunger.

A hunger so deep.

Runs right to my core.

A hunger so deep.

Insatiable and raw.

A hunger so deep.

Overwhelmingly sorrowful.

A hunger so deep.

And deeply inconsolable.

As I walk.

Through the the valleys.

Of the shadows of death.

I feel a burning hunger.

For there are no valleys.

Nor death in the shadows.

For I see beauty.

In the dark stained night.

And I want more.

And more and more.

My hunger is virtuous.

And delightfully true.

I am Timi 

– Dublin Quays, Dublin, 14 September 2015 –