Don't know why I did it but I did.

It's incredible how can one set of words can be so easy to say, so easily misinterpreted, yet so easily felt. While it is mistakenly one of the easiest things to say, it is one of the most difficult; not physically, but emotionally. Life depicts its meaning in so many different ways: in lust, in stupidity, in naivety, in high hopes. 

It was said too fast, too soon, too early, yet felt so right and so natural.

Nothing like the feelings of discomfort, anxiety, stress, and curiosity---only a few words which can replicate the way one feels with the blue haze of emotions that sought from the amount in which the person means.

It is the feeling of the serpent's venom causing waves of pain and misery towards its victim---a pain that subsides not only within one area of the body, but overcomes the body and mind.

It is hard to escape the treachery; the pain and the suffering, because in the end, the serpent was worth the bite. The thought of the serpent and its fangs can bewilder, yet become so heavenly and angelic. The thought of the serpent can linger for hours or it can sneak itself within seconds, yet in the end, its thought becomes so much more than just a meaningless spot in the galaxy of the mind, but a colorful dream that one carefully examines, one carefully plots, and one carefully hesitates over because it so important, ideal, and essential.
In the end, the pain is worth the bite. And however flesh-eating, blood-sucking the serpent will be, it will still be worth it.