We all have secrets.

We all have that one secret that we will never be able to say out loud to those who care, love or even envy us.

I wish not for you to know me or even try to understand me, what I wish for do not matter.

What matters the most to you is your own self. 

'Run away, eat that last piece of cake, go do the things that makes your heart race, kiss whoever you wish to taste, fall in love again and again, be reckless, have it all your way, learn to say no just for the heck of it, wear whatever the fuck you want to wear, embrace those you want to embrace, change the world, go to New Orleans, love yourself and maybe just maybe, you might never regret.'

We have got a love within us waiting to explode. Will you let it have its way or would you trace the path on the map?