Day 1, since when?

I am a runner by default. I have defeated myself. I am locked up. It stinks in here. Something must have died not long. It feels like a bloody protein bar. I pick it up and sink my teeth in it. Tastes like chicken. I must be getting lucky. I heard others get lots of fibre, good bowel movement. I look down at my hands and kiss them, then I kiss my legs. I don't miss them, I'm only happy they're there. I close my eyes and slept. Something crept into my ear and nestled in a wall of wax. I think it's happy. I'm happy too.