Nov 12
Tattoo #12
Lately, it may or may not be obvious, I’ve been pretty down. It’s probably the longest I’ve ever been this dark, and though the rational part of me still exists, I just can’t make it stop. The rational me isn’t loud enough, the poor fellow’s nailed to a cross in a field of poppies, being taunted by a creepy girl. He’s been locked inside a Heart Shaped Box.
Thinking along these lines, I went today for my twelfth tattoo.
Not every tattoo is an etching of hope, but they all mark something significant for me. So, no matter how bad I feel right now, whether or not it stops, it’s very real, and noted.
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um.yeah. It is obvious you’re down. Not even down…like insanely down.
me too kid (I am late 30’s…can I still respectfully call you kid)?
Lost. I get that. Some of it by choice, some of it is what life threw at you. Doesn’t change what is though.
It also doesn’t change how ill-equipped we are to deal with it.
Could we say sanely down? Oh, wait, I wore a tiara around town. Nevermind.
Even though you’re down, I like the tat. We may as well use our bodies as a canvas.
I’ve got four myself.
and, I’ve been there.
I’m not a huge Nirvana fan like you, but that is easily one of my favourites of theirs. Good choice.
Loneliness won’t last forever. <3
I love that tattoo. So beautifully simple.