The calligraphy etched in our skin tells a poignant story; the art we sometimes forget. Our pain is a moment and a memory. I caught a glimpse of the sky through the smoky haze; I miss the fresh air. Some do not recognize the sentiment; we have become lost in a forsaken environment.

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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