I don't know what to do, and how to start. An open door, a beam of light, and a free invitation for love.
Seriously, after all those years, I was terrified.
And why is that?
Count the scars and the unhealed wound. It is like a garden of wrong choices.
Please, don't touch me again, I have no place for another tattoo on my skin.

artwork by cristina-otero