I’ve been binging on sweet stuff for a few weeks. The stuff my mind can’t stop thinking about once I see it, the stuff I don’t want to resist, the stuff I’m willing to have for breakfast even though it’s so so sweet.
I haven’t been hungry for days. I’ve filled myself with knowledge and selfishness and pride.
Pride – how can we claim it for such messiness? Because it breeds messiness.
What I give myself is bad. It’s too sweet, too much and too early.
I need to purge. I need to be hungry again. It’s time to give: