What isn't consumed must be carried.
What you leave behind will always still count.
Crumbs gather
at the corners of my mouth.
Lips pursing,
I'll name it progress.
But the body will digest
what the mind can't push down.
So…
Is this feeling clarity,
or is it relapse?
Oh well.
On my plate,
I can still only stomach half.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC
What isn't consumed must be carried.
What you leave behind will always still count.
Crumbs gather
at the corners of my mouth.
Lips pursing,
I'll name it progress.
But the body will digest
what the mind can't push down.
So…
Is this feeling clarity,
or is it relapse?
Oh well.
On my plate,
I can still only stomach half.
Just haven’t been hungry.
