Ahhh, the prairie flowers. Back in the early days, laying in the alfalfa, watching the clouds go by. It's nice there, y'know the alfalfa's kinda sparse, so you just like... lay in it. You prop yourself up on one elbow, and just kinda... look around. All the alfalfa's at about eye level, you've got this nice little... patch of the wild that you're in. Prairie wild! It's a whole different kinna beast than forest wild. Forest wild is a little crashy, a little bearish. You kinda... yeah, a whole other story. Prairie wild (I'm both wild btw) is a slow wild. It's a... lay your head on the ground, and just feel the earth there. Look up, and gaze at the blue. Y'got a blue day this day, some clouds that day. I like overcast, it's... white. It's like a blank page, a blank canvas. It's just... empty; and you can do whatever you want with it!
Sometimes I'd go off into the fields, like across the road. There was corn there once, sunflowers. Go play in the dirt there a bit. Now let's check out what's behind that old barn thing down the road. What's in there?!? Never did find out there. Big ol' barn of someone's. I always assumed farm equipment, just kinda... felt right. But it coulda been like scrap metal, and that stuff's awesome to play in! Like... y'be careful and stuff, but scraps have so much cool stuff to find!
So anyways, I'd search for cool scraps of stuff ^_^
Found a few cool pieces of shattered porcelain. There was a whole lot out by the cucumber patch! Found it one day, kinda digging around in the dirt. Just kinda pawing around, saw a shiny thing. Dusted it off, oh hey, a piece of broken like... bowl, or plate maybe? Y'know, you can kinda identify what it came from if you find a piece big enough. Some had designs. I distinctly remember one that had blue on it, blue circles. Kinda wondered what that woulda been from, like what has that design? Figured a flower pot maybe.
There was a few of them there, pieces of different porcelain things. It's like someone broke like... 5 items, there, just all kinda smashed them to pieces, and then either let it dust over or something, why would it be buried so shallow? Wouldn't it be kinda an eyesore? I dunno, maybe they liked them there.
I pondered over that pile of broken porcelain a number of times there, wondering what its past was. Shoulda kept a piece, darn it. I'll find me another broken piece of porcelain, to remember these ones by ^_^
So yeah, expect another Zebeth page on that one day XD
Where was I, I'm getting off topic. A tattoo, yah! So I really loved the idea of an ankle tattoo, and pictured it with prairie flowers, the ones my mom grew. She had all kinds of them, tulips, crystanthimums, she had all kinds. There's a list somewhere, I should post pictures of them sometime.
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