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raleighbttrfly Member
since 2000-11-21
Posts 160Raleigh NC |
I stepped out of the shower this morning and there it was, just like it always has been since I was eighteen. My butterfly tattoo right there on my shoulder. It was my first tat, and the guy that did it must have thought I was just another teenager getting a cute tattoo because it was fashionable. He was wrong though, even at that time it had a lot of meaning. I choose a butterfly to remind me of my first love. His name was John, and he was the kind of guy that parents never approve of. He called me his butterfly; said that I could float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. Meaning that I could float out of trouble and get away with almost anything, but if some one managed to make me mad they should watch out. Not that I was ever a violent person, but I could sting him with one look and I had a sharp tongue. He also said I would butterfly on him one day and leave him, which I eventually did. This tattoo was not my last; I now have three. The butterfly is my favorite and has picked up more meaning as the years have gone by. I now think it fits who I am perfectly, or at least whom I have been for the last few years since I had it done. You see I am a lot like a butterfly. I move around quite a bit; staying still has always been hard for me. I have now lived in six states and I can’t begin to remember all of my addresses. Like a butterfly I have gone through many changes, and I’m sure I haven’t stopped yet. I am much too young to say that who I am now is who I will always be. You see butterflies have very fragile wings and so do I. My dreams are so fragile that I struggle just to remember what they are at times. It’s hard not to lose them along the road between point A and point B. Especially when B leads to C and so on. My home is really where I hang my hat, and sometimes that has been my car pulled over on the side of the highway. I really don’t like to move but I have a butterfly’s heart, and there is always some place just down the road that I feel I have to see and find out what it holds for me. This tattoo has really marked me. It’s a vary colorful butterfly, and I’m colorful to. I have a lot of stories and a lot of personality. Maybe that’s not such a good thing, more times than not I’m miss understood. I switch from color to color in a blink, calm blue to fiery red. I guess that’s what happens when you spend so much time travailing. You forget how relate to people or some thing. I’m a freak by no means going on appearances I’m jest a normal chick plane even. Most people are suppressed to find out I have a tattoo let alone three. But that’s me full of surpises. I never even know what’s next. Maybe I’m getting tired of the road tiered of moving on and not looking back. Maybe it’s time for another metamorphosis, I don’t know what’s beyond a butterfly but maybe jest maybe its time for me to find out. We will have to wait and see, but either way the butterfly is a part of me. I would not get ride of it for anything. [This message has been edited by raleighbttrfly (edited 12-05-2000).] |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Thankyou for this little insight into you. We all have different parts of ourselves and we are constaintly changing. It is what makes us human. The ability to adapt to our situations. thanks for the read and I hope to see more of you in prose. When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shodows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... William Butler Yeats |
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Ruby dagger Member
since 1999-08-01
Posts 76Wyoming, MN, U.S.A |
Wow, that's really amazing how much like a butterfly you really are. Luv Kelly "At the right time and place, a question was more deadly than any sword." -Mercedes Lackey |
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