My tattoos exist in the lines of my story, my poetry. There lies my understanding of perfection, morals, of life, my struggles and successes. Read my stories and you'll know which ones carry pieces of my skin.
Darkness consumes all, proves the array of shades of grey. The stars shine bright in a distant field where city lights cannot diminish them. The moon winks with its craters. I smile, in this moment distance is just another shade of grey.
Think about it, it's a hard question to answer: every quality of each age is judged by pure experience with the age group....soo how old would you be if you didn't know what age you are?
Midnight 💙 > The sea of beryl, amethyst, and burgundysuspends the moon tonight.Distracting the hazy eyes thatpeek over hillsides,marking the battlefront, watching us barely noticing. While little performances scream for an audienceeach shooting star exclaiming watch me!One in a million stars are freed,Free to dance, perform: their last.This rainbow of purple- blueattached to a shape;white,... Continue Reading →