He saunters, catching their eyes and offering smiles.
“Notice me, notice me!”
Even though he knows that’s not enough.
When approached, he shrugs it off.
“Lavish me, lavish me!”
It cannot be enough.
The nonchalance on the outside cracks easily and the desperation shows through. The infernal machine inside his head records every word and replays them constantly, filling his veins with more, more, more.
He embraces them openly, but his eyes are still searching.
“Love me, love me.”
Even this will not be enough.
The yearning to be heard and known and discussed and cited makes him sallow and tired, but he won’t stop.
“Remember me, adore me.”