out of nowhere

I think love is a poison. A slow reacting one. Watched CSI (NY) over the weekend, on one sad episode of a beautiful young lady with cancer, being murdered for her appartment. She barely has 3-4 more month to live due to the cancer, yet she's being poisoned, slowly by a good neighbor, with arsenic. In small amount, arsenic was being added to her organic tea-bags, by the killer for almost 5 years. It took the arsenic 5 years to kill her (note : i've done no scientific research, this is according to those CSI guys in the series).

But love, love take more than that, the slowest reacting poison. Like any other poison, you'll feel affecting you more and more everyday. Love kills. And that's why no homo-sapiens are immortal; admit it or not, we're all in love, and we're all being murdered by love. Relate it with one of the Muslim's believe that good guys will always die first. Well, good guys are always loving guys. The more you're involved with love, the faster it kills you. It is an analogy to the arsenic, put more arsenic in your tea-bag, you'll die faster.

Being a logical person, a logical insight will always came pass me.

Love kills
but human must love
so to be on the safe side;
give the least of your love, and request the very least of love from others.
secret ingredient of long life...

Can we not pretend that we need lots of love? Or can we actually live longer with only a bit of love? As love is a poison, it is our heart's food. You'll die faster without love, than with love. Poison kills, but food keeps you alive, a week without food will turn a human to corpse.

Out of nowhere i feel like writing about this; whether love a weapon that kills you or makes you alive? The question pops up in mind, as i am very much hoping to be alive, and to live my life. I feel like i am dying, everyday, so to love or not to love?