In Sooth

 

The problem with me is, that there has always been food available.

Always enough. Never had to starve.

Made me a weak individual and a selfish seeker.

Not knowing fear.

A man with an empty belly do not steer down the roads I’ve chosen, a reckless life.

A man with an empty belly takes refuge in the now, in the acute present.

A man with an empty belly looks for stability and warmth, the easy way out.

Starvation will have to come if I ever want to be where I need to be.

No more shit talk, no more returning to old habits of survival.

A man needs to build a fire, to read the flames then lunge deep into the abyss of darkness.

To fuck easy in the face.

To stay hungry.

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