Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived

time makes us miss the feelings of yesterday.

missing those late nights,
driving around the city.

missing being in the middle of a traffic jam while raining, the way those raindrops create subtle noise above the car's roof which brings comfort along with the radio.

missing the feeling of sleeping inside the car, but disappointment wakes you up when you feel a familiar turn, knowing you're already home.

missing everything that is associated with adventure, because being in a stagnant shelter will never be the same.