Tattoo

If I had one tattoo, 
It would be a small heart on my right middle finger, facing my right index finger. 
It would be there, so my right index finger will always be reminded --
that it taps from one place only:
The heart.
The heart.
The heart.
Like my beating heart, so does my beating finger breathes life into every fleeting moment.
Into the page. 
Into the unknown.
One day I will no longer be here.
And neither will my finger.
Nor my heart. 
But the tapping will remain forever,
Like the sound of air when souls drift away from life to life
Like the sound of human motion 
Of heart into mind
Of a human, doing, writing, breathing, being. 
If I had a tattoo - it will be a tattoo of a heart.