I don’t want to find out. The truth I’ve been hiding from myself is leaving me weak and unfulfilled. Yet I feel a certain amount of security is my ignorance. Will my raging hunger be fed? Or will I refuse to acknowledge that I am hungry.
I don’t want to find out. The truth I’ve been hiding from myself is leaving me weak and unfulfilled. Yet I feel a certain amount of security is my ignorance. Will my raging hunger be fed? Or will I refuse to acknowledge that I am hungry.