It's odd how often you visit me the past days. I hope the new year started with quiet reverence for you in all things you do and who you've become as a person, now, in the present, in all sense. I've always been the proudest of you in all you do. And my mind wanders to the ink you once wanted to have - did you ever go through with it? Knowing the cry-baby that you are, did you use topical on the process? Apologies on the randomness and the outpour of nonsensical questions — I guess all I want to know is how you have been.
Odd, perhaps, yet, somehow our paths circle back on their own. Our souls continue to cherish what the hearts might felt then. And oh, the year began right away busy for me at work, and with more reflection than noise. Your words linger longer than you might expect.
As for the ink.. I did it. Heroically. With tears firmly suppressed, pretending to be brave while a legend went to work. No topical whatsoever—just me, my clenched teeth, and a strong commitment to suffering quietly. And yet, certain truths about me haven’t changed.
I’ve been well enough. Becoming, still. I hope the same for you!🌻
