Thoughts In the Chair

I lay on my back and look at the ceiling. As I lie I think of something calm and mellow to pull me through. This next appointment I have with tattoos. They told me your body is a temple, never taint it. It's quite the riot considering they never told me I couldn't paint it. So, another session again here we go as the buzzing begins to show. I hear the buzz slowly fade into the ink with haste. I feel the jag of the needle into the my skin deep and slow, a joy someone without tattoos of which will never know. There is a passion that burns deep not only for the artist but the creative mind that is in the seat.