Lying underneath each splendid spectacle of art, just beneath the skin, an ink blankets my veins, bringing peace to a mind that has longed for this day. A day that until now, was scattered about into a million pieces of misery, all belonging to a puzzle that didn’t have an end.

Wrapped in a warm blankets comfort on a chilly winters eve, or that delicate first kiss from a new love. Each, more than enough to lift the soul from the darkest of hollows, or even the deepest and most agonizing misery. The ink! Yes, the same ink painted about my body- it is my blanket, it is that comforting kiss.

Broken apart on the inside, it was the ink that glued me back together. It was the ink that made me whole again. No longer must my thoughts walk down that lonely path of melancholy.

The portraits, the ravens, the words and feathers on my skin, they’re a part of me, as I am a part of them now. For, they will guide me through this experience known as life, and my pursuit of happiness, that has only just begun.