subject: diagnostic
time: 10:18am
music: life for rent - dido
mood: confused

these walls are sinking in, and i'm telling you this, knowing that you now cease to be a part of these cognitions. i'm inside of this box alone and it's shrinking and it's getting darker, there still isn't a next time. we are walking along some indefinable place inside my head, kicking sand at the shoreline with every opportunity we get. you are not but i am still present inside this tiny existence, but nowhere to be found. and i was listening to the ticking that rang through my chest, the heart that belonged to you, in a debt of infinite space and foreign code. i close my eyes to think. thoughts swimming inside a flood of your thousand year rain. a nonexistant you and i, a fragment of you and i, careless on the brink, worn thin and gone;

the telephone rings, rings, and stays silent

no,
what i really want to say is,