Marks And Memories

im an idiot for not keeping in touch with the ones who matter the most. but i know at the end of the day when i feel like shit, i can still think of holding you close. i get so happy whenever i hear your voice because i know that this exile i endure is the product of my own choice. had i not ever have come to this place and be so far from the sight of your face, would we so soulfully vocalize our feelings for one another, or would we have stayed up for hours on end on the phone talking to each other? would we criticize how long it takes for a letter to arrive? or test how savage we are, giving ourselves homemade tattoos late at night? =D this tattoo will fade but i doubt we ever will. this mark will stay, forever, much like the destiny of a dream that has been fulfilled. after all, when we are dead and gone, the memory of this mark will still live on. created by pokes and prods, here on after the day we escape to the gods.