last drop of fluid

I have been trying to write something meaningful. At least something that can represent the loads of tots in my head.

I have been thinking so hard, my head hurts. My ability to dissect lumps into recognizable bits seems to have abandoned me.

Now, im entangled in my own tots, unable to break free. I just kept twirling, thinking that the ends would be nearer my hand. I tried so hard, just to find my own train of tots getting tighter and choking me breathless. The lack of air made me hallucinate a hell lot. Im finding it increasingly difficult to differentiate between what is real and not.

My neurons have just propelled me to pure imagination and left me there.

Someone save me please.