Love can't stop from making two different worlds collide. And life is just filled with different worlds. The way we live, the way we care, they way we turn our backs on eachother. Things work in mysterious ways. Love hurts, happiness cries, and pain kills. Dreams get shattered every day. Then new ones get rebuilt. A star crosses five times in the middle and forms a hole. A hole you can fill anything with, like like a heart. You can fill a heart with goals, dreams and love, but you can never take anything out of it. You make new transactions of yourself and your surroundijngs, you take things one step at a time. But where does it end? When can you finally say you've reached a goal or forfilled a dream? If you make it, you still have to work to succeed in actually completing it. Love can't stop from making two different worlds collide. Life is filled with different worlds, but yet each get along and become unified as one. So even though love is different worlds and different worlds is life, we can each be compared to just one, ourselves.