I’m quite lost in thought lately. Words are muddled and not as straightforward as I’d like. Ups and downs in decision making. Part of me wants grab propositions with both hands, but I’m treading so carefully. Words I want to say don’t roll from my tongue as easily now, but I have so many beautiful, passionate things to say. Maybe I’m not feeling it. It’s definitely an insight into my emotional attachment to people / situations. Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe it’ll stop me from making mistakes. Or maybe it’s numbness. 

I guess things take time…like a good tattoo. No point in ink that bleeds out. Better deep than superficial scarring. 

I think that’s the start of something right there.  

The dermis is very stable which is why ink becomes permanent when  that layer is penetrated.