Finally, after years of finding them creepy, I understand why some people get tattoos.
I understand the significance of the pain, the beauty of the self-expression and the power of their till-death-do-us-part permanence. My change of heart is all because of this amazing website about literary tattoos called: The Word Made Flesh.
And I understand how a tattoo can expose your very soul, seeping out from the depths of your body.
These literary tattoos have me waxing poetic. I may have to get one.
Isn’t writing your thoughts on your flesh a lot like putting them on paper after all? Isn’t it a way of being what you say you are, of saying what you’ve become? Isn’t it another path to authorship?