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.
From East to West, day after day both performing, sharing endlessly. Divine colors unnamed, blending as the sun travels, dances it's way to the other side of the Earth. The West performs its last number. The East applauds with darkness. The clouds smoke the sky with footprints of the day passed. Painting a sunset with... Continue Reading →