Twisting and flowing, meandering and winding,
the grooves run deep and effortlessly.
Deep beneath the ocean,
peaks and valleys form patterns on the seafloor.
Sometimes vague and sometimes distinct,
the grooves are ephemeral,
forever changing with the swift current.
It begins smooth and taut, unknown to the world or even air.
Soon, sweat and tears and rain and hands begin to influence it.
Smiles, frowns, and confused brows stretch and tug at its corners,
slowly shaping it to the structure underneath, forming one unit.
As time goes on, every smile and every heartache
can be read on its tapestry of history.
The average sentiment of its owner throughout life
can be gleaned just from studying it,
a glimpse into their past
and an indication of their future.