"It's been a long time..."
"Since what?"
...since, the day I walked down the street (baggy pants, hippie shirt, hair pulled back with one of those bandages...) and thought to myself 'I want a tattoo, a tattoo expressing the word FREE because that is how I feel now, that is where I am...this is a time, a place, a state of mind that I never want to forget...'.
It's been a long time since then, the day I walked down that street. When I was just me.
Since then: I've been engulfed by a human being; overthrown by a manic city; and blown away by own heart. My inner warmth transformed to slate and my openness, my imagination, my passion was shut down, boarded up and the (all too familiar) crack in the door that was longing to be opened...now signifies Sorry I'm Closed.
...and I can't find the damn key.
Now, I'm walking down that street again. I feel the strength to plant my own garden, to smile with honest eyes and to talk with open air.
And it's now time to imprint my soul with those words of freedom, though this time not with ink but with my inner determination and in the joy of my own reconstruction...
...to just be me.
Thank you for asking whether I was smiling and for being my sole inspiration.
"Since what?"
...since, the day I walked down the street (baggy pants, hippie shirt, hair pulled back with one of those bandages...) and thought to myself 'I want a tattoo, a tattoo expressing the word FREE because that is how I feel now, that is where I am...this is a time, a place, a state of mind that I never want to forget...'.
It's been a long time since then, the day I walked down that street. When I was just me.
Since then: I've been engulfed by a human being; overthrown by a manic city; and blown away by own heart. My inner warmth transformed to slate and my openness, my imagination, my passion was shut down, boarded up and the (all too familiar) crack in the door that was longing to be opened...now signifies Sorry I'm Closed.
...and I can't find the damn key.
Now, I'm walking down that street again. I feel the strength to plant my own garden, to smile with honest eyes and to talk with open air.
And it's now time to imprint my soul with those words of freedom, though this time not with ink but with my inner determination and in the joy of my own reconstruction...
...to just be me.
Thank you for asking whether I was smiling and for being my sole inspiration.
