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thejunipertree) wrote2002-03-12 11:41 pm
thejunipertree) wrote2002-03-12 11:41 pm
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The Fool and The Queen
I identify very closely with the archetype of the Fool. To the point where I even have it tattooed on my body in two different languages. The ink is on my right wrist, top and bottom respectively in Gaelic and Hebrew. My right hand is my brain hand. It is the one which works the hardest and makes up for the left hand's short comings. My right hand is the thinker. The drone. The busy little bee.
Alice is the Fool.
I also identify very closely with the concept of the Queen. This is also tattooed on my body, the left wrist and in the same languages. My left hand is my heart hand. I dream with this hand, I follow with these fingers. It's scarred from a nasty accident and some feeling has even been lost in two of my fingers. I don't like thinking about the day which that happened, as I can only remember a lot of blood and pain. Maybe even some screaming.
Alice is the Queen.
If I could meld these two concepts, turn them into a whole person, I think I could be a complete and happy woman. It's interesting how the two hands reflect my two halves. My right is the working side, hard working at that. It doesn't stop for breaks and frequently burns out from overuse. My left is my heart side, scarred and feeling half lost. It's afraid of being used and has grown a bit stiff from lack of movement.
My brain, it's damaged from overuse and frequently breaks down. My heart, it's broken from too many broken off inside of it and more often than that it feels as if it's about to burst.
The Fool.
The Queen.
When do I get to just be Alice?
Alice is the Fool.
I also identify very closely with the concept of the Queen. This is also tattooed on my body, the left wrist and in the same languages. My left hand is my heart hand. I dream with this hand, I follow with these fingers. It's scarred from a nasty accident and some feeling has even been lost in two of my fingers. I don't like thinking about the day which that happened, as I can only remember a lot of blood and pain. Maybe even some screaming.
Alice is the Queen.
If I could meld these two concepts, turn them into a whole person, I think I could be a complete and happy woman. It's interesting how the two hands reflect my two halves. My right is the working side, hard working at that. It doesn't stop for breaks and frequently burns out from overuse. My left is my heart side, scarred and feeling half lost. It's afraid of being used and has grown a bit stiff from lack of movement.
My brain, it's damaged from overuse and frequently breaks down. My heart, it's broken from too many broken off inside of it and more often than that it feels as if it's about to burst.
The Fool.
The Queen.
When do I get to just be Alice?