It is about being caught. It is about being trapped. It is about containment. It is about being bound as a mummified insect in a spider's web. It is about being stifled from speaking the truth.

It is a calendar of days, from joy to pain, looking from the inside out and in hindsight. It is about watching the development of the hunter, from admiration to the moment when he pulls the trigger. It is about watching desire metamorphosize into frustration, into anger, into hatred. It is about being trapped within another's obsessive story.

It is about digging a grave, falling in, and expending all of one's power to escape. It is about learning to fill that plot and forever using one's power to build upward instead of out.

It is about escape. It is about learning to love those that love in return.

It is about hope. It is wanting the love of the one desired more than anything in the world. It is about passion and broken dreams and the loneliness that usurps a soul.