a slow fast

while it seems like an oxymoron it is perfectly true. never before, well besides around this time the years before... has 25 hours seemed so long. usually the day flips by in a hazy blur testing u to remember what happened, but not today! tick tock goes the lonely clock on the kitchen wall. ok it was madness being in the kitchen to begin with don’t know what i was thinking, some sort of self mutilation or morbid self pity. it has thus far been roughly eight hours since anything went passed these pretty little lips but who's counting.... i am really only thirsty well parched is more apt but the food thing doesn't seem to be bothering anyone except my stomach, which has taken to ad libbing show tunes... quite skilled my tummy. so onwards until the moment when i get to be inscribed into the big book and a humble apology to all those who have crossed my path on a vengeful day...