Light at the End of the DayDark thoughts, dark art, dark nightI’m tired and I have no fight. Dark poetry, dark words His photos were a bright spot. The light attracted me. Water and sky get my favor So I look and I savor the light, the beach, the sky. Photographer, come and laugh with me. Laughter and light is how I think of your art. What can I say? You came and laughed with meyou were a bright spot in my day.Antoinette Marie "Toni" Nartker
elizabeth.she will look for colour in the skybut find only blue, and much to herdisappointment, there are no stars tonightshe speaks in monosyllables and never says the same thing twice for fear of being judgedshe walks carefully hoping not to trip, she is clumsy and tiny andgets lost in crowds when she only wants to be noticedshe is always tired and the purplebeneath her eyes is everpresent,she cannot escape the monsters under her bed so she curls up andwaits for the first rays of sun to shine through her windowsshe is always composed,even when she is shattering on the insideher heart has forgotten how to beatbu
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