live. love. die.

I miss Moneen. The feeling I get when I see them live can be compared to nothing else. It's like I'm glowing on the inside, this incredibly forceful light is inside of me, pushing every emotion I've ever felt out of my core and towards my surface. I feel like I'm in a secret place where nothing else in the Universe matters; the 'secret place' I used to go for peace as a child when I'd put my head on my desk for quiet time. I get the feeling of being some magical, omniscient ceature who is equally the most important and most insignificant being that exists.
Tout existe. Rien n'existe. J'adore Moneen.