(This is the beginning of something that I’m sure I’ll polish later.  Day 260…)

Turn them on.  Turn them on.  Turn on those sad songs…

I’m not sad.
I’m not crying through my pen
But here I am
Reveling in a medley of tears
Wondering why I love being caught in the rain
I’ve stopped carrying an umbrella years ago

I’m not enjoying their pain
I’m enjoying how even pain is beautiful.
I can hear the needle stitching their skin
Tattoos are amazing
But tattoos are still wounds
We…brand our skin
Because sometimes it hurts to write
But it’s a necessary pain
Maybe that’s why