It's not
what or why,
but
it's that you believe in.
It's not these books of philosophy and knowledge.
It could be a single moment of a first kiss that
makes you forget everything that you learned before.
It's the moonlight reflecting on the bottom of a red wine bottle.
And it's the reason that gives your drink a sense.
Sometimes you can't even name it.
I'm still looking for it.
And it's of course not the money.
No,
that's not it.
It's the innocent sparkle in a young boy's eyes.
And it's a long way to individuality.
Now, keep on bleeding.
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