In don't know if anyone really reads my posts. I don't care at all really. This is where I leave my response and hope it helps others who feel the same. But I finally got it. I'm fearless (at least that's what I think) I'm a lover and a fighter. But the questions we ask our self is 1.) Why am I here? 2.) What's my purpose? 3.) Why should I love, live, and breath? The answer is Life is unpredictable, we do things in the moment. Living for the purpose, falling in love and holding the brown heart, inhaling knowing that one day we will draw our last. Being a painter or a writer. Staying in LA but moving for NYC I'm up at night because I can't sleep. I know why I'm up but I don't care at any moment. I wish to love, find someone with a connection and I end up with that soul mate till the end of time. But I don't know why I've only loved someone truly once and I let her slip. I don't look back but when I stare at a photo I once cared about I remember only the moment with her, the tester of her sweet lemon lips. The moments we spent together all over the city. Some stupid things I've done while my heart was beating but my brain was blank. And finally I remember "the spectacular now" watching it 73 times after my break up with her and remembering some moments we had. Life is still more questions. And that's okay, I'll eventual food the answers.