Written

David W. Jones September 7, 2020

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.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones

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