A tattoo, for her.

I've posted in my blog before about my 

pet Bird's passing (Link: Departure), 

and how much that cut me deep.

& I have also marked my words that I will have 

her on my skin, for as long as I live. 

This, is my proof to you. 

The pain of the needle cutting through my 

skin & shoulder blade was worth it. 

My emotional stumble, indescribable, when the outline was finished 

& I took a short break for a cig, just to shake off some of the pain. 

And when my tattooist finally said "We're done!", I was with joy, 

holding back my tears. I am still shaken by this, but..

For now, I can eternally see her, with me.

"I am now, content & in peace.

Regret not, about life.

For even death is something beautiful."

P.s: My mom was freaking out when I came home & showed it to her. I guess we just don't see eye to eye on art. & in case you're wondering where I got my tatt, Do read my other post, Pierce.