What is it?

I'm not really too sure. I know what it's not, but if you ask me to define it for you, in point form and in alphabetical order, I don't think it will happen.

I could go for the psuedo-intellectual ramble. Fibonacci sequences. Michelangelo painting the Sistine chapel. The Milky Way. Ancient tea ceremonies. Cherry blossoms. Sunrise. Sunset. Wow, doesn't it sound like I'm really in touch with myself and the Universe?

I could go for the typical Generation-X ramble. You know, the ramble that you're expecting from me, yeah, the girl-woman behind this page. Keanu Reeves. Sunflowers. Dolphins. Porsches. New shoes. Babies. That really cute guy that I met last week.

Or I could just tell you the truth.

But would you gain anything from that?
Would I gain anything from that?

Besides, what might mean the World to me might mean absolutely nothing to you. What holds me and touches me right here, might make you yawn and turn the page.

I guess all I know is that everyone seems to want it, only a few people have it (the kind I mean), and I know that they're the people I want to follow and cherish for the rest of my life.