Remembering the moments coming full circle. Collecting the broken shards; stumbling into the abyss. Searching for the substance of merriment; sleeping on the bed of illusions. Reclaiming something lost; an item that carries so much pain. Believing that someday it can change the familiar; making gems out of stones.

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Writer. Artist. Sleepless Blogger. Wrestling junkie. Comic-Book Nerd. Every moment is a story View all posts by David W. Jones