A question.

Who are you? Who am I? Why or How?

You choose.

A question, does not always have one answer. It can be two, three, or maybe thousands.

Even a statement, can be determined by many interpretations.

Save those ridiculous questions, sissy, you will know the answer eventually. Someday. You only need a time. This's not time will give you an answer, but it will lead you to a knowledge. What's the point knowing that too early? When you know it gives you some pain in the ass.

It's funny the way you ask million questions to me. You desire a thing or what? Back off from that ambition. I tell you. Make a line.

I beg you to not take life too much serious. Taste it.

I beg you to be grateful for every single thing you got this far. Give thanks.

I beg you to stop complaining. Please. Release.