my sustenance always a regret?

It's rarley what i say i want
But i take it in anyway
Ingesting nothingness to create somethingness
...Anythingness
To soothe the emptyness

But there is space in that emptyness that makes it not empty
Rather, it is crowded with things i don't want
And yet
Ingest anyway

Believing that to be my only form of nourishment...my sustenance always a regret?

Because I have lived in the past
My present a perpetual recreation of its predecessor
...a very special bond
That must be broken
Let it die where it happened
It is the fertilizer for the new