LOVE WAS NOT SOMETHING to be meddled with . eraserhead was more than sure that he was capable of handling such trivial matters, ( in his opinion, love was a simple concept . if kids could do it, why couldn’t he ? ) but as soon as the other started talking, he could feel that confidence DWINDLING down as time went by, until he was left with nothing to say in return . CHOKED UP / DROWNING . he could feel himself fall deeper, and deeper . the pain in his chest not GIVING UP . yet, the only thing keeping him on his feet was the wonderful sight in front of him .