The dwindling down of supper.

Lead me to believe malnutrition was the cause.

I drank more water.

Forgot my pills.

Consumed myself with my work.

Healthy habits habitually left me feeling empty.

I fill myself with innocent self neglect.

Malnutrition,

Perhaps not of the body but of the soul.

They stripped away my poetry and I am

Famished.

The more water, the more water that

The more water that fills the pool,

The colder,

The cleaner,

The faster I go.

I am not tired of repetitive numbers.

Keeping track of my drowning.

44. 44. 44.