I’ve had the same drawing on my hand for almost a week.
If this were a real tattoo maybe it would be ok, but maybe I would want to wash it off.
Last night I decided to start scrubbing.
Is this all that is changing?
The color of ink on your skin?
I’ve been inside of reflections, and feeling warm when I wake up from dreams.
Dreams that are being freed from my soul and into play.
Where healing has it’s ways.
Where tears have their moments.
Where catching a star holds the time.