While I don't plan to do this every time I want to incorporate text into a photo, it was necessary here. I have a weakness for good poetry:
T.S. Eliot. e. e. cummings. John Keats. Sylvia Plath. "I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am." These words by Plath stuck in my head so long, and kept reappearing in my own poetry that I made them stick forever to my skin in the form of a tattoo. Just a small one, a reminder to myself. "I am."