this morning #2135.

this morning, the fading tattoos from the days of my jaded youth looked sadder than usual. a selection of past due statements covering up both arms. misguided beliefs that were chief to who i used to be. i’d spent the late 80’s in rural maine wavering through a maze of outsized anger that one day opened up into the embrace of hate. i’ve since changed. not in some cliche hollywood epiphany way where some wise soul came into my life & showed me the light. truth be told, with old age i just got tired of fighting with everyone. myself included. past that toxic philosophy but left with so much regrettable ink. i pulled a hoodie over my head to cover up. not afraid but not in the frame of mind to have to explain myself today.