Sometimes is good most times

Sometimes the hunger blurs the lines of other desires, unattainable, unreachable, unfeedable desires.

Sometimes a pinch focuses your attention on a different pain, an alive, breathing, throbbing pain.

Sometimes a dark room welcomes you and tells you that you are better off unseen, cold, alone.

Sometimes sleeping gives you temporary dementia and reminds you it could be forever, just don't wake up.