J'attends le jour où vous rendre compte de ce que vous avez donné sur.

Everyone is searching for it. Everyone wants it. Each life that is lived consists of the pure image of it. No one ever stops to ask themselves the most important question. Is it real? Does this world that we live in simply exist because of that one emotion? That one word. That one person. If we all stopped to analyze the bigger picture then maybe we'd realize something. If everyone seems to be searching.. why is it that no one can find it?