Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do, will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, will never never forget it.

Red, like the blood that is spilling down your arms when my face got shot by a saw-off shotgun. Love could never die as long as you have the passion. Bright are the stars that shine, dark as the sky.

PB&J, mixed nuts and even a bottle of water. Simple snacks, gives the energy to one that needs it. Without simple feeding and exporting, the one does not get full.

The attraction, the tension, it is all apart of the web. Getting tangled and can't move, getting covered but can't breathe and gets eaten at the end. But if you get bit by it, you can be Spiderman.