It does not exist.

Give me something that doesn't exist, just so I can bring it to life. I want to express, not impress; and I don't care what anyone thinks. This is my life, this is my world. I want this, and nobody can take it away from me. I possess a charm in something about me that can only be seen by those who look closely. What I write was meant for certain people. Who cannot see, or cannot interpret are not worthy of what I write. This is just the hand of someone who can merely follow what it is told to do. I do not forget, and I do not remember either. But every moment I have seen remains untouched, exactly the way it happened.