☆ love and emptiness are the same shape

they are taking over my thoughts like a plague, and I am both the doctor and the patient. i am scared. scared of myself, of my thoughts, my actions. I need to get out of my head.

you love to an impossible extent. one that overtakes you with grief, because your love finds no home in the hearts of those you love. your love is left to rot in the dark depths of your abdomen, somewhere below the scar on your chest and above your belly button. it is about to drive you to madness. look a little closer, and you find it's in the shape of the thing you call emptiness. do you understand me? I don't.

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An entry found under an unlit lamp, in an cluttered office, in an abandoned school.