What is life? Is it a maze, a labyrinth, or even a puzzle? Is our body and soul strapped by the life?
Who are you in life? Sometimes you suck, and sometimes you are sucked. Sometimes you fuck, and sometimes you are fucked. Sometime I kiss the ass, but sometimes you can be kissed the ass. You are always playing different roles and even you puzzled what you need and who you are.
What is love? The love made is not a real love? Making love is not the only way to express the love. A deeply kissing, though, is love, or a hug with full of feeling is love. Knowing how to reject other lust is love. Love is not made, but felt.
Living in a life as a labyrinth or maze, you might get lost. You, probably, always ask where the entrance is and where the exit is. You can lose the way, but never ever lost yourself. The entrance and the exit, both are in your heart. Following your heart, try to feel…
