that's what life is like, the final ending, when everything goes alright, there is a series of small mircacles everyday that keep us alive, miracles of timing, or impulse, conversations left unsaid, people seen or not seen. opportunities and mistakes missed and grasped. i'd really like to go ahead and take some E right now, and i would, if i had someone to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night, someone that i could just see, like magic, do you get what i'm saying? every night a little bit fucked up, i've been like this at different times in my life, this is another me that you don't know