So I haven't quite delved into the MOG world yet... but I felt this was a good time to start.Anyone who knows me knows how crazy I am about Jump, so this isn't going to be an entry about my Jump story and how I fell in love with a band whose music literally changed me. Instead, it's going to be about one song- Midnight.Last week, a childhood friend of mine was tragically killed while riding her bicycle home from a park the day before Christmas Eve. She was hit by a car and died 5 hours later. Claire was only 19- she was beautiful, young, intelligent, and witty. I'm still in a bit of disbelief that she's gone. Her death is really my first big loss. My grandmothers both passed away when I was younger, but this is the first time I've had to deal with losing someone close to me as an adult. On the way home from North Carolina this week (where the funeral was), I was listening to my iPod and trying to get some much-needed sleep while my dad drove. Although Jump will always be my favorite, I hadn't listened to them in a few weeks since I'd been listening to a lot of Christmas music and whatnot. Midnight came up on shuffle, and there couldn't have been a more perfect song to express what I was feeling right then. In here, it's always midnightIn here, it's always darkIn here, there's always a shadow castBy these phorescent lightsIn here, forever is a dying mythIn here, forever is a lieIn here, forever is a space betweenYour every breathMidnightNever dark enough to hide us from tomorrowNever dark enough to keep us in its shadowIn here, midnightIt's alwaysIn here, I still hear your whispered painIn here, I hear your fragile voiceIn here, I hear your laughter floating downLike paper rainNever dark enough to hide us from tomorrowNever dark enough to keep us in its shadowIn here, midnightNext time I see Evan, I'm going to hug him and thank him for writing this song. That might be silly, but it really helped me get through this awful week. Death is never dark enough to hide us from tomorrow or keep us in its shadows. Life goes on, and the wonderful memories I shared with Claire will go on, too. I will always hear her laughter floating down like paper rain.