I thought of tattooing one word on my body, one word to vastly describe the essence of my spirit
Something intricate that could brand me until I pray that I quietly move on and while my breath will stifle
And stand still …………….
dancing alone… in an unseen darkness
That this word will brand the very skin that occupied my dreams and my vitality of breathing life…
That this word will make everyone understand everything they ever misunderstood
When I am no longer here and only eager for the rejoicing of my life and the desire that someone will get the pattern of my veins

And instead of living in states of confusion and dark sadness..
That beauty is appreciated in every moment, every sunrise, and breeze
The ability to inhale all the heavenly fruits and just breathe

Breathe…
Words can only represent so many feelings, vague in comparison to the depths of our meanings
Profundity of the desires that radiate in our brains through daydreaming
Breathing

I thought of tattooing one word on my body that would show the endless void of love concaving
In my chest staving
One word that would explain all the mysteries I left behind in my journals
Overcrowded with scribble marks
And every page lined with the raw sadness that dwelled at times through my heart

And crossed out words from misspellings or what I decided I never wanted to be read
Even when my pen is no longer writing and all of my written thoughts are dead
I never wanted to regret anything I have written or said
That was real and in truth
Forgotten memories that affected me for so long that were swimming in a lost city I buried in my youth
Still it’s a time period that is lost from our grasp too soon

It would be very difficult to actually choose a word in any sense of a word
To produce all the meaning of life consumed in anything so intricate and perfect swinging by a verb
Actually possessing bottomless meanings with one insightful word

I thought of tattooing one word on my body to truly give insight to the small windows that open breathing in the aura of my true self reflected by the air
Only a few wormholes that open up to the spirit that was once here and ripped from life missing the sun and clawing for the sunrise and sunset to compare
Each part of the beating rays flickering and shining orange dancing through the webs and tendrils of my hair
Nothing can truly be made trivial or treated as if perception is unaware

Nothing is trivial in this
I will once have lived in this skin however the exact meaning of me will confidently remain in someone’s heart that exists …
I never want my heart to just be a few words in a journal that are too painful to read me … in the only place left I am able to exist
More understand the severity of being silenced yet still knowing and truly expressing the desire of regret love can never miss
11:11 and never skip through the day without at least one wish
It’s imperative to dream and stay yearning for true love buried between lips and swarming lovers kiss
Time is never given any second chance of getting back
No turning back
There is something wrong when it’s so uncomplicated and effortless to stay stagnant in appreciation for this gift I would keep forever and never give back
It’s a word describing how the human heart beats in understanding and knowing what it lacks…..
No turning back

However beyond doubt death will take me to an end
The beauty of life given through God in breathing I couldn’t comprehend

But let my words transcend
The forgiveness that was needed for my heart was freed by God and I can breathe accepting the end..

I thought of tattooing one word on my body
It couldn’t be summed up with one…
But my favorite word is breathe
Sipping seconds of the verb till my heart is imploding with joy
And at last… I am safe to come undone