if it's not permanent; it's temporary.
and in this life, it seems even the things that were meant to be permanent have become temporary. nothing is forever: marriages dissolve, love stales, pregnancies aborted, residences destroyed, lives lost, memories fade, dreams abandoned...
but knowing this, i still crave permanence of sorts. nothing big and extravagant. not that it won't change in the future...just something that anchors me, that i anchor...
that desire is probably a big clue as to why i love my tattoos. they're a beautiful part of me. they make my story have significance. i created them and yet, they continue to create me. they are always with me, which i realize sounds redundant, but they are my story in ink. my life in pictures. my own personal anchors.
