The tattoo artists soul

Days go by i haven’t let myself vent in a while...

days go by i fake my smiles

A week of nightmares of betrayal 

erie feeling of inconsistent commitment.

my soul is wanting to speak to me.

the shadow work is calling.

yet I keep turning the blind eye.

i still ask myself why do you keep yourself here.

knowing you are loved but they are not in love.

knowing you are they’re pillow, but where do you lay your head?..

from time to time my soul trys to spark and awaken my lonely vessel ...it just wants to heal. It wants to love.....some day I will ether build my courage to awaken the beast again...or maybe I won’t need to.. ether way I focus on my craft , hoping to forget my thoughts as i turn into the window for everyone else. My tattoo machine vibrates as the needle enters the skin ....relieving others with pain and art. When will it be my turn...