Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

The problem with faith is that its not that you cant express it, its that you cant express it in a way that people will understand what you are talking about.

Thus I want to babble about a beautiful night, but the big things are always the same...
still let me tell you that a cat doesnt just walk up and sit in your lap, hes telling you something... dont ask me what... cuz i never figured it out... but its true. and also the sky was all lightning but there wasnt a storm, and that planet or whatever it was seemed bright as the moon and big too... and there is a sort of creepy beautiful calm intensity that comes with walking the streets at 4-5 am cuz you are pretty much talking to yourself or god, and one way or another anything seems possible.