The food. It’s so enthralling. It’s so captivating. It promises emotional stability. It promises to return me to peace. But I’m detached from myself in the throes of a feeding frenzy. It’s so. It’s so. Calm down. I can’t find myself here. It won’t fulfill me the way I need it to. Heavy belly. Bloated face. Numb to it all. Must find the way back to me. It doesn’t exist to sustain my spirit. It is simply physical sustenance. Breathe. Breathe again. Must heal this disassociation. Must find my center.