where nothing resides

love where nothing exists burns into obsession.

Maginot Line

when perfection fails in its purpose.

obsession: part ii

obsessions are part of me,a mere fracture of my broken mind. i find myself falling most of the time,into a dark deep pit i cannot escape. in this dark deep pit, i indulge my latest desires,and i read and read and readuntil my eyes grow weary. is it such a bad thing,this obsession? or the