Inside every mood is often a plan. Bad moods can be incandescent fear.

Just moods are always friendly.

Bogus simplicity against torn insecurity finds pain as its precautionary hope.

Facing a friend and using Kabbalah to heal the weaker mood and sicker instant is a skill to be learned.

Joy is a better reason to smile.

Trust in echoing inside directions when the edge of the ear is shining.

Creative hope is secure austerity.