Strange Days In Advanced Stage Loneliness

somewhere in the back of the freezer, there is an old gallon of ice cream somewhere in the middle of the refrigerator, there is a cup with some cold cashew milk in it somewhere deep inside of me, there is a hollow space where my heart used to be my whole body has been replaced by ice my whole mode of thinking has been overtaken by the mercilessness of the cold in the center of everything that is me, there are no friends in the corners of my life that used to be free, there are no ends at the surface of every angle that struggles to be, there is no life who depends somewhere along the way, i lost touch with the rudiments of life someplace within the decay, i allowed black cloud normality to simply suffice at some point between the turn of night to day, i ceased all efforts to healthily sacrifice the ice cream is now gone there is no more cold cashew milK to sip on all that remains is bad gas, regrets, and many wishes i now barely exist counting the merciless gnats as i wash the same six dishes