I've been hanging on to something for a while. It's a guitar pick. It says the word 'heavy' on it. It is green. It was supposed to be a gift for him. I can't hold on to it anymore. I feel it's weight, and it makes me sad. I'm replacing it with another one. An older one. It's black with a beautiful flower on it. I treasure it very much. It's more fragile and worn than the other one. It says "Not for Sale".
I'm going to carry the older one for a while. I'll save the heavy one, but I can't look or carry it around anymore. It hurts.
I put it away in my album with all my other small memories. I looked through them and seeing them all still hurt.
The beautiful flower on my black pick is a lotus flower. It symbolizes Nana's burning love for Ren. It represents the continuous process of birth and rebirth. It emerges out from a muddy, murky place yet it is clean and pure. Lotus tattoos are meant to represent life, new beginnings and the possibility of people growing to change into something beautiful. Red represents the heart--its purity, original nature, compassion, passion, love and other qualities.
At night, the lotus flower sleeps. At sunrise, with the waking of the sun, the lotus flower emerges to life.
I've been sleeping this whole time. I still am. I wonder when I'll wake up?
When will I have my Birth by Sleep?
blahdom21 · Sat Dec 01, 2012 @ 04:41am · 0 Comments |