Mobius strip.

Walking down the stairs not five minutes ago, I felt the old, familiar void begin to gnaw at my mediastinum. Fortunately, this feeling that seems so pervasive at home is rarely a problem here. It’s times like these when I need to grab hold of something, to run away and curl up so far inside myself that no one could find me if they tried—and yet, cruelly, loneliness prolongs the episode. It’s times like these I just need somewhere soft.