words from my "roommate":
"My world is dull, gray, cold. Tears common my cheeks. But when i turn my face into the Sunshine, they glisten, catch its rays and flash a fragment of color that splashes my face, travels down to my heart, and gives it a squeeze. Each squeeze captures that moment of color, treasuring it close to me & storing it in little jars within. Hope is someday, those jars will be filled and the Master Painter will dip His brushes in those colors using them to paint rainbows spanning across my dull gray misery. That moment will be hope realized. No longer will i be confined to keeping my soul alive by nibbling on those morsels of hope hidden, but my entirety will awaken in a world so colorful that everyone will share in its beauty. "Look, look! See what He has painted?! Isn't it beautiful? He transformed pain into paint, shining His glorious white Light into the molecules of each tear, creating a prism that reveals a Rainbow."
Rainbow. The Painter's promise. Hope.
You see, Light itself can never be seen; it is only visible from that which it reflects. Yet, through our tears, Light can be refracted in such a way that produces a spectrum of color.
But this does not happen automatically. In order to reveal its kaleidescope, our tears must first face the Sun."