The Beginning of Overcast

Today I got my third tattoo. I used to think they were trashy, growing up, back when I still hid things from my parents. Scanks get tatts and diseases and have babies before they're legally able to drink. Sculls and lizards. Dumb whimsical daisies. They think it's cute, a flower on their ankle. I think it's immature, like playing music on your outgoing message. My first tatt was a Japanese symbol for respect. It's on my pelvic bone. Once I get a digital camera, I'll post it. My second is on my lower back, a swirly design I saw in a magazine. Today I just got the outline. I go back in a while for the color. It's a cloud near my clavicle, because I love rain and think we're our brightest when the sun doesn't shine. Because when the sun doesn't shine, there are no shadows. I don't believe in living in those. Not anymore. But this is only the beginning...