In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tattoo….You?.”
i have many tattoos.
All special to me…
they represent a time.
something I never want
My arm tells the story of the fall leaves dancing down my bicep spun around by the blue wind hurrying to take it all away.
It says ” for we are but of yesterday and know nothing , because our time on Earth is a shadow. ”
it’s a daily reminder that I am not on my time. On the backside it reads “Remember who you are” while little simba hides in the blue swirl of wind cascading down my arm. My artwork is a stunning reminder of the lessons I have learned and ones I will not soon forget. My rib is tainted with the words of another saving my life with each simple phrase.
” Live the poisoned pain as If every drip is one of passion. You’re alive. Feel alive. Stay alive.”
How these words have kept me going far past the times I thought I could let go. It’s easy to lose yourself in this world. There are so many distractions and temptations thrown at us daily.
I marked myself different.
I did it so I would never give in to what “they” want from me. I know who I am and I know I’m still meeting myself. I never want to forget but I never want to deny myself as well. I am tattooed to Remember Me.
Tattooed to remember Me