Be a good guide, tell me what you see, are sure is that?Please try to describe the picture as much vocabulary as possible!

The hands of fate keep time on a heart-shaped clock.

Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.

It is one long adveture, let's continue it!Let's make it as long as possible!

I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it again. And maybe again.

When a writer falls in love with you - their very soul bursts open like a supernova brightly lighting up everything in its way.They will write spells on your skin and carve your name onto their bones and make you theirs.Their love bleeds through their fingers in the form of words hastily written on paper while their heart jumps inside their chest, unable to contain such impossible amount of feelings rushing over one another getting tangled, causing pain and joy and tears of sorrow and happiness all at the same time.The universe will fall from their parted lips when they say your name and whisper how much they love you. They will turn you into a priceless sculpture - carve you into a monument and make love to you - while making you their home, their sun, their moon, their stars, their whole world gathered into one small corporeal being made out of stars and love and infinity.When a writer falls in love with you they become a new separate universe quietly created by your words, brought to life by your touch, burning brightly as long as you whisper their name with all the love that you have inside you.