I think I've run out of words. Kind of. I think that for today I've run out of words that I want to write for someone else to read. I've been feeling strange and self-conscious and all in my head. I've been feeling closed off and aloof. There are a lot of thoughts in my head, but they seem confused and better left private.
I hope that tomorrow I will feel different. I guess we'll see. For now I'll just post this.... and a poem about tattoos. Because... well... why not?
It was always supposed to be there
covering that blank spot.
a clean slate
is a troublesome void.
I could feel it there
before it was visible.
what a needle can reveal.