It's 11pm I'm contemplating whether to let the burger I ate earlier slide or accept it. Oh and the French fries that accompanied the burger. I hate the weakness I get around edible sustenance and the urge to just eat. Twisting and turning in my head like pages in a book spilling cravings. When the hunger has vanished and unconscious eating rises. Clocks ticking along with the masticate, only slower. Everything seems logical at the moment but the regret and resentment soon take over the soul, when the sheer truth hits the nerve. Everyone but you gets humanity as you silently stare at the wall awaiting a voice to call.
