in the paint in the ceiling i can see people's faces, sometimes because anything is what you need it to be. you can tell by your hands that they can shape things into what you need, into what you want. sometimes your kind of person will never be happy with what they have made, everything is done with deep breaths, careful consideration, and i can start fresh. there are parts of you that you can wash away, other things will float away all on their own, but there are things tattooed on to the back of your neck that you think are gone but i look at them every day. i don't know what it is i am working so hard at, but in the meantime, finding everything that feels good and looks good and tastes good is more important than having any sort of direction.
