I can't seem to get this off of me.
It's there, just a streak, that wont seem to leave no matter how much I try and wash it off. I can't tell if it's bad or good, if it will hurt me or make me...I don't know.
It's a part of me. Somehow it takes the lines that I hoped were smooth and flowing and made them unidentifiable, messy...personal.
Each fingerprint, each smudge is a blueprint of my life. Of what I've done and where I will eventually go.