crossroads

What is love? It's such a cliche thing to say, yet no-one has an answer that is close to right.
Is it the gentle breeze that makes gets you refreshed on a bright Sunny day or is it the storm brewing in the pit of the stomach. Is it the genuine calmness in the heart so light with joy or the raw intense desire pulsing in your veins. Is it the answer to a puzzle or is it the puzzle itself. What can you do when you can't figure out what in this fucking world love is?

You gotta fuck up a gazillion times until you figure it out.

Namaste, bitches and Welcome to my love story.