Just a hopeless romantic, an obsessed protofan and endlessly searching for things to fill hearts and stretch smiles across faces
A week from today I’ll be on a train to Milwaukee
Its going to be good to get away for a few days
A relationship is the ink that is life
It can be as flat as the skin upon your body
Or it could be much deeper, digging into the skin, and etching into bone.
When a person makes an impression, they leave ink on your skin.
Certain people’s ink will sit upon and slowly but surely fade and wash away.
Sometimes the ink comes back, creating that familiar shape which you adored so much,
but somehow always seems to rub away due to distance, time, pettiness..
There are those who’s ink has drive.
It’s motivated to find itself deep within your skin.
Carving its way through your walls and your emotions and deep into your bones
There it finds itself burrowing tunnels and crevices for the ink to lay within
Little rivers of dedication to your relationship.
Happily laying there within you, with no intention to rub, wash or even be taken away.
And even if you tried, the ink cannot escape…because there it wishes to stay.
And there you wish it to stay.