After several years, the tattoos have finally disappeared…leaving only the scars from the removal treatment behind, for me to reminisce and rejoice in a new beginning.
They ask, why have I changed? Why the sudden need to be so distant?
I tried and I tried but, with each visit to the tattoo shop, I was reminded of the piercing needles that I once felt on my innocent skin. What was I thinking sacrificing my mind and soul through the constant trauma? The tattoos gave me so much judgement but, I still tried to forget the pain and focus on the importance of this right of passage.
Unfortunately, over time the ink had started to infect the blood running through my veins with it’s poison. My heart became weak. My body started to become unresponsive to any form of medical therapy. It was then, I realized that holding on to my past was becoming terminal for my future.
These symbols of my existence were so deep rooted into my flesh that they had infected my very core, preventing me to move forward and live my life freely.
After several years, the tattoos have finally disappeared…..leaving only the scars from the removal treatment behind, for me to reminisce and rejoice in a new beginning…
The Mind of an Intellectual 