I sit and watch as my cat laps water out of his bowl. His body shifts, he looks at his food, denies it and returns to his water. 
I find myself missing the days we spent delirious from lack of sleep, when we lapped at each others souls with our tounges and denied food for fear that nurishment would tear us from our path.
How desperate we were, how we abstained from life because we balanced each other on the ledge of impending death every time we touched.