

deadstarsAs night reaches the edge of the Valley of Reason, And those dark storm clouds unfold and unravel and churn, Black on black, Do the stars still exist beyond them? Do a thousand tiny specks still glitter against that inky canvas? Look closer and you'll see torches blazing. Once this meadow was lit with all the fire of the sun. An unyielding radiance, Misleadingly invincible. But that flame has died. And now, behind black clouds, Have the embers of that fire been embedded in the night sky? And if those embers die too, Will reason ever be restored? Or will I foredeadstars
| FRANKLIZSTEIN is currently studying graphic design at Dawson college in Montreal, Quebec. Her appearances here are sporadic and unfulfilling because every ounce of her life depends on her schoolwork schedule and course load - both of which are crippling. She tries her hardest to keep her presentation here up to date but, often, school, family, love comes first. She adores to read and write as well as draw, paint, photograph, design, build... But mostly loves her Panther, her family and her Toby & Boone. |
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