Maze of stars

It's hard to keep track of time

Especially when the topic won't leave you alone like the plague.

The thought of icing your leg,

Preparing to carve down as deep as you can,

And see all of the unworldly colours that lie underneath the skin.

The colours that vaguely remind you of the wonders of space.

Strange arrays of colours that you have never seen before,

But you have seen it before;

The yellows, blues, whites, and reds under the skin,

But never before on yourself,

Your own masterpiece.

Your own little secret that no one has yet discovered.

Imagine how different it would be,

Seeing your own instead over grainy off-putting pixelated videos on the internet.

Getting to experience the feeling,

The first person P.O.V. without someone else describing it.

The different textures and shapes are amazing when it's your own,

Something original,

Never thought of before.

It's like looking in the sky and wondering what could be out there.

There is so much that we don't know about it yet,

But a small amount that we vaguely do know.