Tattooed Kiss

Inspired by the words spoken to by your silver tongue, “A stain on my Soul is your tattooed kiss.” My mantra for me is to remember that you still remember me when I am on the other end of the universe from you, in another world, separated by eternity, and have lost all hope. Sound that travels so far and is so small it can only be felt when I am absolutely still and that vibration of love, brings me back to life.

Concept for the tattoo I am still creating in my imagination is a collection that tells MyStory, a mystery to many, but quite clear to me from Beginning to End. One day I will tell that whole story so everyone may partake in the journey in the mystery of life and understand in its entirety the beauty and perfection in it all ways for always and forever.

I begin with time. A pocket watch that may be kept always with the numbers in reverse followed down towards the center in a spiral. The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end, yet we somehow always remain exactly in the middle which is the beginning of any great adventure. Time is something that always passes in a sense and yet in a moment is endless. Time is irrelevant unlike Einstein’s claim that it is relevant and yet none besides me knows the secret that it is in fact his biggest blunder, he knows he was wrong. Repeat. Again and again. Except once. This life. Here and now. In this world. It is all you have. A one time currency to spend in 3D. The only true currency to spend. What you pay your attention to matters and what you waste it on will never be returned. Choose wisely. Make each moment matter. You have already tried it all, did it all, and you keep choosing until you get it right. Sometimes it is too late, you may even take until your last breath. Nonetheless the ownership of each Moment is yours to choose and yours alone. You already chose and yet you have free will to have changed it time and time again. Only difference now, is this is your final answer.

Next wrapped between each element is a vine, which moves like a ribbon, one that tangles between and holds together life as we know it. The roots of my being and every being from the very first tree of life to the last branch extended. Among the tangles is a rabbit to represent my little love, my curiosity, and my guide. Who both followed me and stayed with me one way or another. Always watching, always there with me, no matter what.

Then a tiny box with a red pill with 2C on it in the center of the box, seen through a lid ajar. The hardest pill to swallow, representing the hardest truth to believe. Locked away for so long like a secret. The secret being that it was only me all along that I could not believe in. Accepting the truth that I was worthy to believe in set me free. The absolute truth in its entirety will break any chains that bind us.

Last image is that of a key, specifically a skeleton key which is a representation of me, who I am in this story of life to everyone. I am the key to unlock everything in the biggest picture of all, the real reality of what is.

Finally, on the bottom written in mirror image the message, “Life is what you make it.” A reflection of me in you which is the story of Our lives here on Earth. The mystery of life. A never ending story of the same stories over and over again, the same but different until you learn what you needed to learn or did what you needed to do to serve your purpose and return home.

As for how to put it together, I do not know yet. I need help.