So, here we are, nineteen tattoos in something around three years. Nineteen thoughts bouncing around in my head, etched into my flesh. I think about my tattoos like I think about my writing, being honest is the most important thing. I have happy tattoos, and melancholy tattoos, each representing different versions of me. I carry around a constant visual record of my dark and my light. Nineteen tattoos that add up to the current me…
My mind is never quiet, sometimes it’s loud enough to make me crazy, especially when I can’t get the noise out. Not being able to talk is one thing, but not being able to write is something totally different. So, I was listening to Elliott Smith’s Tomorrow Tomorrow when one line in particular really hit me, “I got static in my head, the reflected sound of everything…” It so perfectly describes how I feel much of the time, but especially lately.
Tomorrow Tomorrow is a gorgeous song, it illustrates the feeling of drowning in thoughts, thoughts that lead to nowhere. Now, I have part of it written down the side of my chest. This is probably my favorite tattoo, as it says something about me that is constantly true.6 comments
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