Bleak, Coffee, Stupor, Gin.

severely fragmented flashes lead to blank frustration never computed to what my body does, what other bodies do. it's not gluttony, it's emptiness- i always have something in my hand. the mirror in my mind grasps at different concepts of myself like a pawn shop how much can i get for this other options newer models. i am happy i just analyze my mind numbers emotions turns them into freeform jazz writes down the melody and rests that occupies me for hours from a distance.