Tattoos are just another form of art.

Hard time in my life.

Pictures are seen and sometimes felt by the receiver, regardless of the medium.

Art work.

The only memories of us that exist lie in my own head, in my heart, and I suppose the words you see before you, if you’re even reading this at all. Loving In The Moment… I never really bother to, too much wishing, hoping, and praying for you.

I think I would write a note on life each day…it would be regular at least for a month…the specimen follows…

Our hearts remain bright.
We paint again.
You canvas.
I paint it.
The painting will hang us

At the last place.

A touch.. simple yet powerful.

Life is a book, each day a new page with adventures to experience, lesson to learn and good deeds to replicate. Some chapters sad, happy and exciting. But if you will never turn the page, you will never know what the next chapter holds.

Emotions are colorful, indescribable, pure, honest and divine.