Leftover?..
I barely remember when I stopped expecting things. But I remember it wasn't sudden, but it was through the pauses and the unnoticed empty spaces. Somewhere in between, I became what remained. Maybe leftover? Yeah, the leftover you might not know about. You probably might know. But I've better explanation. Leftover is not what is rejected, but it is what remains after the hunger is gone. Still warm, still clean but not reached for the first. Leftover exists in quiet rooms, where the disc…