Do you look at the sky and see her wild?

Do the clouds remind you,

Of the ink on skin,

The ink of words?

There’s a wildness that the horizon,

Can’t hold.

And for that moment,

I am the sky.


It’s exactly a year today since I was with my best friend getting my dandelion tattoo and he was getting his final side piece added. He’d taken me to meet Sophie who’s been doing his for years. It was one of the best days, meeting an awesome lady and hanging out for the whole day with him. Everything was effortless. Fun. Fast forward a year and I still have and love my dandelion, have a great friend in Sophie (she’s a soul connection) but everything else has changed. “If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.” The Little Prince. 



The flower of moment,

Perfect in it’s unfurling.

Lost in it’s scent,

You don’t think of the coming frost.