I am afraid. I am afraid of falling in love because I do not know if you will love me in return. This is my greatest fear. There is nothing I fear more than not being loved in return, failure or pain cannot even compare. I am afraid of the silence that will mar our relations. The awkward stares and pauses in our speech, I am afraid of those as well. When did things get so complicated? When did I begin this fear that my heart will be left in the bitter silence of numbness.
He spends his whole life looking for the right tunnel to enter.
Women have a hole in them, one in which the earthworm would like to call his own. He wants a place to hide. He marks his territory with his "scent". Afraid that others would try to steal from him.
For now he is safe.