Fodder for Food

He sang these inner voices some years back. Could have been 4, 5 or more than 6. I started these about the same time ago but it seems I have moved a small inch compared to where he is today.

It's the clever wit, the movement that sharpens you. It had and will, I know, coutinue to manouvre him into a jewel. As if he ain't already.

One can admire and wish the jealousy away all at one time. I feel confused and compounded with the short-lived shortcuts. Voices that keep telling you becaue it is good for you. They think it good. What do they know?

Does it have to be this violent all the time. Even at the dining hall, retreating into a state to recharge can prove so much stressful and revealing. I promised myself some moments ago that I won't live like this. So I made a totally difficult decision which could spark a new jump into what they call the abyss.

But I was made to live this abyss ride. I'm just hesitating because I have allowed the voices to be distracting.

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