Ink.

Ink. Most people think of it as gross, punk tattoos. Tattoos that have no meaning, or mess ups not from a professional. Mine however, shows love, and compassion. Its not something you can hold, but its a precious artifact. Placed lightly on my hip bone, are forget-me-nots. A simple flower that holds so much value to my mom, sister, and I. Two little flowers wrapped in flowing vines. We all Have the same tattoo, in the same exact spot. Its in rememberance of my father. Every morning I wake up, and look in the mirror, when I see my tattoo, I see my dad. People tell you to be careful what tattoos you get because you'll have it for life, I however am not afraid of having you near me forever.


forget you? not ever.