Motivation has left lingering and is considering better things.
I sit at home trapped in dark rooms.
I am what I eat but there is nothing that I consume.
I presume that the rhythms of life are few, but as of now I feel none of them; pulse gone, body blue.
The outside world doesn't miss me.
And all I need from it I get in HD.
As the clocks tick the daylight passes from red to yellow to red to purple to black and back.
I've lost track of days in this solitary way, which is half self imposed, but I've forgotten other ways.
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