That we meet in our middle way, on our way back down to earth.
Profile Pamela 11071995 I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? Tagboard Credits ©Glamouresque.	Sunday, October 11, 2009 Serenade. I like live concerts versions of songs and acoustic ones too, they sound worse but the songs feel closer, much closer. Live performances are great. It's good that you sleep early at night so that I can have some time alone to myself. To ponder over what happened in the day, what may happen next, and past events. Change is good, but too much of a good thing sucks. Any idea how fucked up my eyes are when they're dry, and the reason they run dry is because of someone that's not worth it. It's that hard to find someone you can trust and just spend an hour or two with. The net's not safe. It never was. You're very much of a mystery, but I'm not as shallow. :) Fuck my life for what fucks yours.