Life is living itself. The mirror shows itself's Self. With a lot of pride and satisfaction is that taken, what is available. No trace of influential ideas. A time of thoughtless action and the fluid discovery of consciousness. As with a game plan, every situation can be dealt with, the summer hits are suspected to be found inadequate and nobody can remember the hot days. The most beautiful place, your own castle, with a chest full of happiness and doors for love connected with emotions and tearing them apart when you open them. How is it possible to judge yourself? When I am, I can only be what I am, only do what I can and only live as I was told. Or not?
Sometimes thunderstorms meet like random strangers. Lightning hits thoughts. And those who have been hit save their fellow human beings from this feeling. And noone can say why.
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SEX ON ART - english version
General FictionIt's NOT generally about sex. This story is about a non-existant person, once doubted at her consciousness and so found the most beautiful in life: art. So she let herself down on it. Began 9/14.19
