All My Feelings Have The Color You

Moonlight Floods The Whole Sky From Horizon To Horizon; How Much It Can Fill Your Room Depends On Its Windows.

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?

The World Is Like A Courtroom, With God As Our Judge. We Are Called Upon To Fulfill Our Covenant With God, Who Asked, "am I Not Your Lord?" To Which We Answered, "yea." And Since Here On Earth We Are On Trial, Our Every Word And Action Form The Witness To And The Evidence Of That Agreement.

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.