So I got peirced. And, it's done in quite an obvious way. It'll look better once the swelling has gone down and I put the jewlery that *belongs* there in. But here's my feelings on the new stuff...
It seems a little weird.
But when she stuck the needle through my cheek I got a little wet.
Couldn't help it. The boost of endorphins... The knowledge that forever, I was marked. It may be a small thing. Not the tattoo I originally intended to commemorate my time in Kentucky, but this was a more pressing urge.
My heart has been full of ache my time here.
My grandmother died near Thanksgiving (on my Dads Birthday too, poor thing)
I found out all over again what it was to *want* to *need* and to feel left behind.
I needed tears. I am awful about crying. So...
For my slightly broken and aching heart... Especially now, after bad news to the double, I got holed.
I will cry stainless steel tears.
And the poke and push of needle through flesh.…
She helped me get there.
And it's a little weird. I got looked at sideways all day. The way I am sometimes when I get "done up" but even more so.
I'm not sure what to think about the reactions since.. personally *I* love them. My tears.