Creo

How it Began

I'll never deny I made a mistake, at the same time, I'll never admit it was one either. It was good and bad not just one of the other. It was an adventure.

It all started when I was researching up spells for a book I was writing. Well, one of the books. Clicking my tongue, I wait impatiently for Google Chrome to load.

Sighing in exasperation it finally comes up. Latin spells gets typed into the search bar. Bitting the end of my stylus, a certain one manages to catch my attention.

Et est realis. Scriptum est in manu mea. Creo. (And it is real. It is written in my hand. I create.)

It sounded like a writer quote and kinda like an artist one also. Along with being an amateur writer, I'm a better than good artist. I also have a habit of writing and drawing things various places on my body. An idea of a future tattoo if you will.

Grabbing a golden Sharpie out of a cup on my desk I sketch out an idea on a piece of manila paper.

Pulling my shirt up, my skin comes next. The golden Sharpie glides over my flesh with no struggle what so ever. The words imprint on my left side on my ribs. Above the words is a pencil, and underneath is a paintbrush.

After a few hours of the discussion process, this became my first tattoo. A gift from my myself and I for my seventeenth birthday. Drawn by me. Done by a tattoo artist.

This is where the story truly begins. This one quote. This one drawing. This one tattoo that I imprinted on my body for the rest of eternity.

This one thing was and still is the best and the worst thing that ever happened to me. This is the story of my greatest mistake and my wost failure.

This is my life. And this is the story of how everything I write or draw becomes real.