Consuming
Maybe it’s a hobby, or a passion. A joy, or a love. A great desire. Or maybe its something heavier. Something that frightens you. Weighs you down and makes you feel trapped. Something terrible and horrific that clings to your skin and you can’t seem to shake it. You so firmly believe everyone must see the disgusting mess that is eating you alive. But they’re stuck too.
What’s Consuming you?
