I stare at the doodles in my journal. This isn’t exactly what I thought I’d do when I grabbed my journal to write. Instead of words, I drew multiple designs of the next tattoo I want to get done—a crescent moon with sun rays inside. The pen is set between my fingers like a cigarette, what once was a familiar hold for me. I exhale. That was one thing I quit cold turkey after a health scare.
I lean my head against the glass door that leads to the inside of my apartment. The day is dreary, but I wanted to sit out on the balcony. This kind of weather brings serenity into my life. Even gray brings color into some people’s lives. I’m one of those people. It’s unfortunate some think rainy days are curses from the sky. I long for days like this. It restores my soul.
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