Monday, February 23, 2009

Icarus


I've always wanted to get a tattoo. It's a guilty obsession of mine but I know it wouldn't look very good, being mormon and all. I've always dreamed of getting one that covers my whole back. It would have the brilliant illustration of the first moments of Icarus' flight. The wings spread open towards the vast blue sky. The sinewy muscles of the sun bleached body from a life of hard labor. The ruffled feathers of wings as they stretch themselves for the first time testing the breeze. The radiating sun showing a silhoutte....... Icarus.... What a story, what a boy, what an ending.

I don't think I could ever adaquetly explain my fascination and love for Icarus. I don't think any story or myth has ever captured my attention and my heart with such intensity. A boy who's only folly was dreaming too hard. Truely, I feel like I have the heart of a boy with his head in the clouds. I wear my heart on my sleeve for all to see, if you're willing to look past the Cynicism and Caution.

My dreams are big, my heart is full, my love is loyal. I'm the modern day Icarus.... If fate takes steady aim and shoots me down.....Well at least I'll die on impact from these great heights.

2 comments:

Mary said...
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Mary said...

But you won't die on impact, you'll die from the fall: the glorious, eternal fall of ecstasy. I say it's worth it.