Crystal maze indeed

Mysterious as it has always been, it never fails to stump or surprise me. It’s perfect one particular day, and so flawed the very next day. You’re trying to set things right and suddenly another boulder comes and hits you totally off guard. And you’re trying to balance, trying not to get hit, but you’re so panicky under the oh-so-immense pressure and stress, that you lose control out of paranoia. Its not for nothing that they say: its easy to fall prey to it, but so much more difficult to stick through it.
Moral of the story: we fall in love with imperfection coz beauty lies in flaws and resurrection.
It’s like a good fuck that ain’t worth the pleasure without the pain.
Now, you know what I’m talking about. The sacrosanct feeling called Love!
Still haven’t figured out the mechanics but I’m not trying either.
P.S: Don’t read much into it. This ain’t my story. I’m just the narrator. :)