Cellakbo Stories

when the blazing sun's touch is gentle to the skin, and the cold breeze kiss makes me grin; when my mind is impressively quiet, and my demons finally learned the word silent; when love is a word that isn't foreign to me, and peace is a friend i lay with under the tree, a pen in one hand, the other reaching the clouds, this is how the laughter evolves, the way i heal, and thank the universe, a collection of poetry and prose: this is sunlit scars and scribbles

Just like how we were forged in the elements that were scattered from the fiery throes of stars, she was molded in the places she has been, people she was with, and experiences she went through. She is words, stories, rhymes, phrases, and prose all at the same time; these are the stardust she's made of.

when the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection of poetry and prose: this is moonlit wounds and words

He came like a spark igniting a fire waiting to be lit. A speck of emotion that unknowingly evolved into something that consumed my whole being. But to ashes is how our love turned to be and these words are the remnants of the flame we danced with. These are Letters to Rael and welcome to the ruins we have become.