I have become fat.
I have always been fat in body, but now I have become fat in outlook.
I found someone who loves me. I rejected them.
I ate my dinner and wanted something different.
I faintly remember something I wrote six years ago about flailing for love, flailing for meaning, flailing for self. I faintly remember being starved in spirit. I faintly remember that not all the food on the table is meant for me.
I must drill back down to my core, through these layers of fat, to find truth.
I must drill back down to my core to find self.
I must drill to remember.