Oh me oh my.... What to say?
New tattoo is ANGRY. Shedding well tho. Little sore from last night, but that's an entirely different story. The story that has rotated itself for the past three years. I'm an obediant shadow-girl but this secret is mine to hold.

I often wonder when my story will change but I've become quite comfortable in the turmoil that has presented itself. The always-continuous shadows that surround me have the ability to suck every bit of emotion from my core and leave me nothing but content. Irony is a silly, silly thing.

Tattoo has at least two more sessions: one lasting at least 2 hours, the other for touch-ups.
The humming of the gun is so, so soothing to me. The prick of each needle is a reminder as it saturates my skin with new color.
After my four hour session, my body shook from adrenaline-depravity. I would haved loved to feel the warmth of tears on my cheeks, but my core forbid it: my mind loathes the thought of vulnerability.

There is only one who has breached that wall... or I have let breach. Why? God knows why, I cannot answer that question even for myself.
The sting of the needle comforts me...keeps me numb, safe, and coherent as it paints the inner art of my soul on the outter part of my derm.

Never ask for the story... I will tell anything but