Sunlitscarsandscribbles 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