What Miracle Is This? This

I Want Something Else. I'm Not Even Sure What To Call It Anymore Except I Know It Feels Roomy And It's Drenched In Sunlight And It's Weightless And I Know It's Not Cheap. Probably Not Even Real

Keep True To The Rare Music In Your Heart, To The Marvelous And Unique Form That Is And Shall Always Be Nothing Else But You. Keep To That And You Can Do No Wrong, Which I Realize Is Easier Said Than Done.

Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill It.

I'm Not Independently Wealthy.

Why Did God Create A Dual Universe? So He Might Say ‘be Not Like Me. I Am Alone.' And It Might Be Heard.