His cursed gifts. They make me ache.

He is the hunger. And he doesn't even know it.

All the elements are his. Push. Spin. Click. Brush. Just one touch and its gold. Well, pewter to him.

To those eyes, a different world. His skin, a different air.

Moments. Just one. I'd die for one. To strum. Stroke. The gift of life. Yet still so sad.

To have a gift and to let it go.

He has it. Time is his. Elements.

I hunger.