I picked on the whims of a thousand or more, still persuing the path that's been buried for years. All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire can't replace or relate, can't release or repair. Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be.
Since there is now a massive scar where I was planning to put my next tattoo, I need to come up with something new. And, I've come to be made up of scars and flaws over the last few years (physical and emotional), and it's hard to accept, but that is who I am.