-- Posted by osmoticdespair at 6:05 am on Nov. 3, 2008 I am not hungry. My body does not require food. I lift it to my all consuming maw and swallow, feeling sick, trying to fill an emptiness that cannot be filled with material things. No, not to fill, just to deaden the sensation - and I despise myself for that. And so I am glad that it never works, that this yearning cannot be extinguished by food or any other thing of the world. But still, through force of habit perhaps, I push into my mouth, hastily dropping crumbs on my front, unconcerned, lumps of this and that, that and this, filling my belly, ruining my soul. And I wish I hurt enough I could cry, and I wish I loved enough to forget myself. I wish I would seek to empty myself instead of fill myself. Instead of running to the transient world for false consolation. -- Posted by blufindr at 6:08 am on Nov. 3, 2008 I'm sorry -- Posted by W o n d e r l a n d at 6:08 am on Nov. 3, 2008 Quote: from blufindr at 1:08 am on Nov. 4, 2008 I'm sorry Thats about all I could manage to say also. -- Posted by osmoticdespair at 6:10 am on Nov. 3, 2008 Don't worry guys. I am just being incontinent with words.