How To Live




How To Live by HopeMichaela


Unique flowers fill his stage.


Rough and large.


The scent of blood lingers on his knuckles.


Scars of past lives reamin on his palms,

He plays their sorrows with a soft, simple strum.


Does music run through your veins?


“No”, He replied quickly,

“It is the scars telling me how to live.”

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