I am an artist

[lishablog]

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How can anyone forget such a basic thing about themselves? But I do. I forget it over and over. I forget that I am a creator, a wordsmith, a musician, a photographer, a magician, and a dreamer. I forget that I have power that extends beyond the realm of consensual reality and I forget that I can do miracles.

Perhaps I need a tattoo. But where

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[vrax]

I have one tattoo that reminds me, it's not a bad idea. But in the less permanent department you could get a piece of jewelery, or just do some henna and carry it on your skin temporarily.

[lishablog]

I've been turning this idea over in my head for the last couple of hours since I wrote the poem. It dawned on me that the reason I forget about being an artist and all the magic(k) that entails is that I need to compartmentalize myself in order to be able to get through some of the basics in life. When I'm at work I am too busy being a bulldozer to embrace my inner Fool. I wonder if the real reason that I forget who and what I am is that I am afraid that it makes me too vulnerable

[vrax]

(or risk looking like a bejeweled gypsy fortune teller)

Is that really such a bad thing to look like?

I mean you know if you want some ink, I'm all for it! Just be certain that the place you go has top of the line sterility practices. And of course check out the artist's portfolio etc.

One of my tattoos represents the struggle against darkness and how we can be so focused on it, that we forget the light and lose ourselves. It has stopped me form making countless bad decisions, or I guess I should say, it's reminded me to make a better choice.