Poetry Hungriness

I ponder throw away my ancient machine of writing... Rumple the papers, accomplices of mine tare ... I even stop writing...! but how :? the words pass by my head as models on the catwalks ... demanding attention! I desire on going complete blind... (I perceive poorly!), not to assimilate anymore colors, paintings ...! but my mind have secret files containing all beauties of the world ! I stopped eating... Never I was hungry ... I stopped drinking, I saw myself free from headquarters ... I am further healthy than before... My literally hunger rose ...! nor devouring mountain ranges of ideas going hungry of verses ... nor drinking an amazon of words, satisfy my my hungriness for poetry ...!