What you'll never find.

Something is never right. You could be sitting by the sea, watching a golden sunset with a beautiful girl in your arms. You're pretty much living a dream straight out of the top 10 countdown of fantasies. Yet, at that moment, there is this little nagging line between reality and perfection. A little niggle, no more, cause not much can be fucked up in this scenario. But it irritates nonetheless. And it irritates you even more when you know its chronic. Its there to stay. I think it just plays its part in making life compelling. Cause everyone out there and in here is involved in a mad struggle to find their personal paradise. If you found it, you'd never leave to continue this journey, now would you?