I promised myself I would never know hunger again, but that’s the problem with knowledge. Ignorance is truly bliss. Once you know someone or something it’s hard to forget them completely. The touch of an ex love/lover fades but is it ever truly gone. The sting of loss subsides but the wounds are still there. Hunger was the same. I knew it as a child and it came to me again as a bitter reminder; that I wasn’t done fighting for everything, even fighting even to survive.