“In a church of my own we're perfect togetherI recognize you in the stained glass”
“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”
“....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....”
“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”
“Saying something aloud, anything coming from my heart was more than acknowledging it; it was owning it. I needed to hear the words come out of my mouth – to stain the air with my feelings.”– Fake Perfect Me.”
“My own mind is my own church.”