Watching light shine off buildings on Treasure Island, You know you missed a moment in the sun, How you coulduh been somebody.
Backing from the rail, you sit to feel your pain, Then notice the light’s stillness, how peaceful you feel, How you’ve forgotten the wind.
You know the sun usually comes out, That if you come all the time you will face your glaring pain until it weakens, That your peace will become greater than your failure.
Standing, you feel the wind assault you. You walk back, seeking light in everyone’s face, All of you shivering.
David Vaszko writes with hope and passion, presenting strong opinions about the soulless times we live in.
One of the theories of art is that art is a way for the artist to make sense of a world he feels uncomfortable in. That description fits Mr. Vaszko's purpose in writing.
David does not use a lot of words. He believes most people, writers or not, use too many words.
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