Vida :: Life.
All the things I am on the outside, all the masks, all of the surface.
All the shallow parts of me.
A representation, collectively, for the rest.
Small antlers appear when troubled.
Alma :: Soul
All the things I've ever hoped for, dreamed for, longed for.
All the things I want to be but am not.
My punching bag.
Red thread expands with emotional excess and antlers appear. Bleed for me, little dove.
Corazón :: Heart.
All of the things I've seen, all the memories I have.
All of the things I hide.
The core of me.
Spikes appear when aggravated.
Mente :: Mind.
A cluster of quotes and words, the ink swirling and reforming.
Everything I think, everything I imagine.
The most well protected.
The puppet master.
Words form a living, swirling shield when aggravated.