The drippings of sadness are away of growing up, to be the person of whom? Of whom, this is the most asked question of all time. Yet how is it that not one person can give an answer; not just the answer, but any idea of a purpose for the reason. Now if there is a true purpose, then how come we always get charged with treason? With everything that gets found, why is it that never turns up? As it is, its the most desired quest of all time. But when searching, non-sense comes out, and all that is relieved is corrupt!
Whom?
Beyond Unknown Steps 