I want a tattoo.

I look at the iris

In my Boading carefully

And wonder

How the hell

Did theybget that

Beautiful flower

In there

With out destroying

It's beauty

The balls

I thought thry

Were like all baodings

That they

Had a

Bell singing to me

But no just

S I l e n c e

Are

There

Flowers

More

Like

Irises

In

My

Boading

As I stumble upon

A Bair

Of spheres

I wanted

What the hrck

They are

After a closer look

And a memoriess

Of the yakuza papers

Movies I recognized

Them

As stress balls

I am pissed off

Though smiling

I am only smiling

As a result of

My baodings

Which I case a flower each

So I swirl them

Until the smile is genuine

As I go

On imvu

Though drama filled

I talk

To my love

The one true

And imagine

And dream the

P o s s i b I l I t I e s

With him.

This is almost a vaporwave romance

As we sleep

We d r e a m

Those dreams

Are part desire

Part profecy

And part imaginatoon

Don't walk up ignoring

These dreams

For t h e y are the most important

Tarot and oracle