The wandering soul of the dragonfly monk

Two-faced By dusk,  everyday,  I remove my mask And each dawn I put it back on – again. Such has been my life and such has been my way of life for a while... I hide nothing that may cause death to one But I hide so much, so I do not cause death to my soul I am tired of being two-faced The weight I carry with me is getting heavier and I want to rest The burden is unbearable   I shed my tears in hope that it will water my heart for a new life As the dew settles on the green grass And as the first ray of sun, shines through the horizon I sigh and wake – still thankful that I can still breathe, I can still feel and I live… Being a prisoner of your own mind is a greater war- fought with every breath of life I know not- what free means anymore I fear that freedom comes in the form of laughter and a happy soul The mask I wear is of great strength, is of wisdom and is of peace- As darkness greets the sunset,  my fac...

I have 28 intricate pieces of tattoos…how many do you have? Yes that’s no lie at all, I have 28 intricate pieces of tattoos and they make up my story, my journey and it tells of my life experiences. I got inked when I was 27-I got 27 intricate pieces of tattoos on the 27 th April (which is my birthday)…and who would have known that life was slowly going to change for me thereafter. Let me tell you a story about it… You see my body is quite sensitive. I have been living with a health condition or a disease for more than ten years that has no cure, it can only be managed- but it causes so much pain and yes-ugly scars, that remind me of medicines and surgeries- painful scars…I have scars that smiles a big smile ‘hip to hip’. I have scars from my chicken pox that I got when I was 16 but my body started ‘reacting’, when I turned 21 and it continues to cause so much pain and yes it’s a ‘living’ scar(s).   I have a scar near my belly button that was a result of ...