I plate it up then wait around
I doubt I will ever even eat this food
The process it made me less hungry
And soon I get distracted
Distorted scale of importance
I live, I live but I do not survive so well
Food and sleep are never prioritized by me
Jokes about my tired eyes
My stomach starts to sing
A manic public episode
And then I start to think
Is it an inevitability
Stemming from my broken head
Or have I just not slept and eaten again
So I stay up unable to sleep; I say, but really I'm just reading and typing and communicating with people in a language that I think is flawed.
Next thing I know it gets too late, I think of all I must do the next day and so I opt to stay awake and I start drinking coffee.
Now I know I need to eat so I go into a shop but the food is not appealing and the choice there is a lot. I pace around and panic, buy nothing and leave. I tell my friends I've eaten when they ask me.
