Trying.

My body is my temple. Everything I eat is an offering to my divine self. 

I'm trying to remember this.  But as I eat, I want to fill myself with something that's missing.  And I am so hungry.  And I don't know what this space is that I'm trying to fill.

It feels like pain.  It feels like anger.  Do I really want to feed these things?  No.

I want to feed hunger, to feed desire, to feed longing, to feed love.

I will not feed my pain anymore.