ignore where the mind goes
when tired and alone. this is a
nightmare field of nowhere,
existing only to rehearse for a
contingency, a risk assessment,
an emergency exit from fear.
don't pretend to care or not,
the soul dismantles with every
lie, the spirit clouds each time
we change our masks to face
another's disguise. there is love
that can't be found in fictions.
never doubt there's room for you,
your authenticity, your voice, to live.
no place but everywhere, a space
homemade within the skin, a hidden
world where you are always allowed,
fully accepted, & loved unrestricted.
mistakes aren't defining & flaws are
beauty in the eyes of the worthy.
tattoos are only decorative scars,
same as all physical imperfections,
mental differences, past experience,
it's all just the ornamental ink of life.