Ok, so maybe cooking wasn’t the best idea…but cooking has always been fairly therapeutic for me. Granted at home its usually cookies that I am making, but there is something about working out an entire recipe that feels peaceful.
Maybe I’m just thinking about food all the time because here I feel like I’m being eaten.
The silence swallows me, the darkness drinks my personality….
I must do something, because I feel utterly lost….
I turn the page and look at the recipe for bread
