Needing. Wanting. Where is the line drawn?
I'm stuck between necessity and desire.
Hunger for nutrients, and for utter perfection.
Letting go of physical needs, and focusing on the mental.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I need more.
I'll always need more.
Ignoring the pangs in my stomach in favor of the ones in my heart.
I can go just a little bit further, I should be fine.
Then suddenly, I've gone too far.
My perception of reality is as shrunken as my body,
but I can't even see that - everything's disappearing.
And soon, there is no line anymore.