The Taste of Ink
In a complete burst of spontaneity, I awoke abruptly one morning and insisted I needed a new tattoo. I required it that day. Absolutely no exceptions were to be made. I did not have the slightest clue what I desired or what tattoo parlor I would be adventuring to. None of it mattered in the slightest. I just sat down and started roughing out a design. When I arrived at the nearest tattoo parlor the artist complimented me on my rough sketch. The man's notice was significant enough to take me by surprise. I enjoyed doodling plus constantly drooled over tattoos. I suddenly slammed into the idea that I wanted to become a tattoo artist.
I decided to leave my job six months into COVID. I never thought making coffee was essential to the world but I was, in fact, wrong. There was more to my decision to leave. COVID was just the last straw and the push I needed to finally turn in my apron. At first, I was a little nervous about how we were going to afford our lives on just one income. So I started looking into ways I could contribute.
Music is a Safe Place.
When I was ten years old my mom moved the two of us away from my hometown in Washington to Las Vegas, NV. My older cousin came with us for about a year. We all lived together in my grandma’s house. My cousin and I would sit on the front porch at night talking about silly things like how the mountain in the distance looked like it was pasted on the sky. Similar to how they do it in the movies with their fake backdrops. During one of these conversations that stole us from reality, I was gifted my first Linkin Park cd. I had borrowed Hybrid Theory from him and could not stop listening to it. I carried my portable CD player with me everywhere and would always have the cd playing in my background. Finally, he just told me to keep it.
If insomnia had a color what color would it be? What color sinks into your flesh, what color stops you from being free? Insomnia controls you and stops you from your dreams, insomnia is the root of all terrible things.
The pale blue of daybreak The first breath out of darkness Swimming in its stillness Swooning from its kiss The blue blood that flows inside me
Like When Yellow Breaks The Dawn
I transform in purple I am swimming in it freely So long I hesitated Fear held me back deeply But when I gave in To the purple mist of knowing
A confession, I have never been into fashion trends. There was a time in my life that I swore up and down I would become a fashion photographer. But, growing up I wore hand-me-downs from a boy family member. While the rest of the girls in my class wore bell-bottom jeans and cute sundresses I wore baggy jeans that my mom hemmed to almost fit me. The only time I was technically following a trend was by mistake. When I fell into depression in high school I wore the same black sweater with my hood up every day. I was labeled an “emo” kid and fit right in with the “scene” trend in the early 2000s. Regardless of my lack of fashion culture, there are trends I wish would come back in style to stick around forever.
Crashing Waves Of The Heart.
Morning here was foggy, grey, and damp. They were the type of cold that stuck to your skin making you ghostly white. It was not until the sun hit the horizon, staining the sky like dandelions stain your hands in springtime, that you felt you could finally breathe. The house had sold during the hours of damp grey to a younger couple that was new to town. Fortunate for both of us I guess seeing how it had been so hard to sell it before. The locals here always passing me with pitty written all over their familiar faces. No one wanted to buy the house because they just thought I was selling out of a mourn-induced psychotic meltdown.