Ink; it's not just for the papers anymore. It hides in places far more private and yet far more informational, emotional, sensational... with all the permanence of your first time. Taking the virginity of your epidermis with such a pain that your shell has never known... Yet that pain is welcome. For some out of healing of other wounds and other just for the sensation of feeling something at all. For me though, for me it's about the artistic statement, the passion, the drive, the love that one must have for something in order to make it or something symbolic of it imprisoned within their skin cells for as long as though cells remain... a part of that person, truly.
