It all started with a simple tattoo suggestion. Well, ok,
the story really didn’t start there; nor was the tattoo suggestion all that
simple. But the story can’t be told, and without the story the tattoo
suggestion does indeed appear quite simple.
As I wandered off in search of supplies, tears found an escape.
My heart was suddenly overwhelmed with fear and guilt, hope and love,
anticipation and regret, joy and peace. The night continued in cautiously
friendly hopeful bliss; and yet the chaos within my mind continued, unspoken
and unnoticed.
As the evening came to a close, and I sat within the
darkness, it became obvious the war had suddenly turned one sided; the hope and
love and joy and peace slipped silently into oblivion. The battle was over. The
destruction was suddenly clear and unavoidable. The reality behind that one
little tattoo was apparent.
The story was complete, and yet was only a fragment.
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