There is something about ink on skin that feels like punctuation. Like the body is a story, and sometimes you need to mark a chapter.

This happened, this mattered, I was here.

I already have two tattoos. Each one a quiet nod to a version of me that needed to be remembered. And now, as life keeps moving and shifting the way it does. I feel the pull again. The urge to document.

The one I’m dreaming about most lives on my forearm. Right there, where I can see it every day, where the world can see it too.

It’s an unalome with a lotus flower

I know it might sound simple at first glance. But the way I see it in my head? It’s supremely colorful. Depth, texture, and dimension, something that doesn’t just sit on the skin, but seems to bloom from it.

The lotus rising, petals catching light. The unalome, that beautiful winding intentional line, mapping the very path I have walked. The spirals, the loops, the moment that the line finally straightens.

Because that is what this tattoo is really about.

Transformation, coming through the mud, choosing to bloom anyway. Falling back in love with your life.

This piece is a document… a beautiful, colorful, permanent document.

A season I walked through and came out changed.

Some chapters deserve a monument.

This one deserves a forearm.

🌻Serenity