Ever feel written upon?
Ever feel like each word, glance, touch…
left a mark that will never go away?
Oh, it may fade….
like the marks on the bottoms of my tango shoes….
but they never really go away.
They just get layered upon.
And if one keeps moving, keeps breathing with each step….
You’ll see within,
layer over each layer…
what was there from the very first step.

And it is beautiful.

(Related through current events and inspired by the one and Ony.)