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.
Perhaps not of the body but of the soul.
They stripped away my poetry and I am
The more water, the more water that
The more water that fills the pool,
The faster I go.
I am not tired of repetitive numbers.
Keeping track of my drowning.
44. 44. 44.