No.. you are not starving. You are fat and peckish.
I have waited so long and wondered so deep, mysterious and visions of death in my sleep.
I no longer believe in the masters or men of perfection or any who wish to achieve or perceive it.
Do your best or worst.
I don’t often write books, but when I do…
There are a million ways we should’ve died before today. And a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight, for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it’s two minutes… or two days. We don’t give that up. I don’t want to give that up.