The dead live among us. They work, laugh, sleep ... But if there is no love in their lives, it is not life, but an illusion. They are not interested in embrace, they are not concerned about confessions, they do not expect a meeting from which the heartbeat is accelerated. They are not looking for anyone, because they have long resigned with their inner void.

But isn't that scary? Losing the ability to love is as if losing themselves. Is it possible to be alive without knowing the taste of kisses without feeling woven with fingers without falling asleep with the thought of someone special? The living are those who love, who are looking for, who want to feel. And everyone else ... They just wander in the dark, like shadows in the sunny world.

Don't be dead. Look for love. After all, without it - only emptiness.