A met a man yesterday with his arms consumed by ink. Big, bulky tattoos like that can only be pulled off by some. Even harder to rock, it seems, are tattoos like yours. Simple designs, scattered across your skin.
You have more than when I last saw you, but I like them. I wish I could trace the new ones with my fingertips like I used to when I was homesick.
Now I trace their shape on the pillow in hopes that it'll turn into you.
