We think in terms of on and off.
Light and dark.
There is day and night.
Do not forget that days can be gray.
That it sometimes snows in the Desert.
Remember that you are not a light switch.
You do not exist just to be on or off.
You are the bright glow in darkness.
You exist in a thousand ways for a thousand people.
Some see your blue eyes or green hair.
Others see your red actions or violet smiles.
Remember that inside you there is a sun
As brilliant as any star.
You are a spectrum.
Shine in every color.
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Frank Geier
Tennessee based scribe of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Come on, join us in the dark. There are such things to see.
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