drip

i reached out in that moment of darkness, but there was just a wall. there was a tiny bit of residual warmth, but with the light of the new moon it was impossible to say if that was from the sun. i dont remember it being like this before. i want to starve myself now. i want to cut off that which feeds the flow of thoughts. so much to say, always. maybe if i could slim it down there'd be enough time to say it...

or maybe its just not worth saying.