I walk the aisles of the grocery store
feeling the pull of the food.

I have been fighting this war for
five or six or thirteen years but it
feels like forever.

Numbers guard my heart from feeling, although I know a number is not sentient.

I cannot help but wish mine was lower
because maybe then it would be nicer.

My day is willingly consumed by numbers,
but I wouldn't wish this hell on anyone.

My loved ones do not judge by numbers like I do,
so what's in a number that makes it so addicting?

I might not ever know the answer but I do know that
I'm sick of looking for numbers in the grocery store.