Cant stop growing old

lots of introspection lately.  listening to too much music in my head on a constant loop.  too many words of wisdom in those lyrics that cause me to reexamine things and rethink my decisions.  there is no changing the past, no sense worrying about it.  its the decisions that ive yet to make that are granted much more consideration than they likely deserve.

sometimes it feels if the walls of the world are pressing in on me like a tapered elevator... going down.  other times the the horizon seems boundless to the point of absurdity.  the clarity of starvation is a saving grace.  my eyes grow more empty as i recant these memories.  the depths grown so cold.  hardening and solidifying, those emotions that rarely surface.  at some point im sure they will be vomited forth and the block of pain that they surround will taste bittersweet as im choking.

too much digression in the paragraph.  im getting a bit off topic.  which i suppose doesnt matter, ive forgotten what i wanted to say at this point.