The awkward thing about permenance
is just how contradiciting it is.
I mean, for heaven sakes, it may as well be a fucking oxymoron.
Because nothing on this forsaken earth is permanent.
Not a stain, not the ink in our tattoos,
not the realationships that we try to make work out
and especially not the scars that I've carved into my skin
in order to release the feelings I swear are permanent and omnipresent.
The ink in our tattoos fade before we ever realize the amount of time our body has spent
trying to berid of the toxins.
The relationships are never permanent because even if we are still physically bound by a vow and a set of rings,
by the time we check to see how long it's been, one of us has mentally checked ourselves out.
So I guess what I am trying to saying
is that the only thing that ever sticks around
and the only thing that really ever is there to remind us how we decay
is time itself.