i do not see those around me hungry for the truth their stomachs are empty but i know their hearts are not they do not feel their hunger but there will come a day where they will feel the pain all at once hear it from one loud roar recognize it from one occurrence seeing…

There is a tight fist forming in my chest. I wish to retreat to my shell. Curl up and disappear. Thoughts pound their way through my head. I wish to rip them out, but all I can get within my clutch is my hair. Something impermanent that can be shed. I wish memories were the…