Wednesday, May 22, 2013
ah my friends and oh my foes, we made a lovely light...
and all those broadcasts, all that energy we spent so freely, it does go out into space, and will continue to long after we are dust. I am not sure if that is deeply sorrowful or a great blessing, all I know is that my tears and my joy are close neighbors nowadays. Is that something that happens with age, or is that something that happens with maturity?