Everyone is searching for something in this world. Some believe I seek perfection, others suggest I seek solitude. I'm searching...and I'm not trying to find the good in this world. I'm searching for the one's who choose which eye to look out of come the morning, when both of them can see.
I'm searching for the people who believe we could never be friends just because. I'm searching for the weakest light in the oceans. The quieted song that thinks it is better off not singing at all. I'm searching for these people because happiness exists, and we don't have to find it alone. I'm searching for you.
