I really want this monotony to break, I need it to break.
I need my lungs to stop collapsing and my stomach to stop going grrrrr grrrrr.
I need to stop this head pounding feeling in my brain. It's like every nerve cell of my body is screaming for food and something sweet and something nice and something, anything to nibble on that I refuse to give it. What then am I feeding on?
I'm feeding on hope and faith and love.
And trust me, they make the world's best feast.