i think i get it now. why some people might get tattoos.
because when something so central and so necessary to your life changes and your world shifts irrevocably,
you want to have a permanent, visible reminder of the permanent, invisible pain.
life around you goes on. nothing else in the world seems to reflect the fact that you know you will never be the same again. but with ink, at least something tangible about you has changed forever, even if no one else can see that something inside has changed forever.
it’s like saying, here, now my body is scarred and marked and will never be perfect again. and although you can’t see it, my heart is too.
and i’ll carry both scars for the rest of my life.