I am entering a phase of cultivation, symbolized by putting down the clippers for as long as I can. Watch as my hair and I grow.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
I take some time to myself and am faced with the things I can't ignore. I try to write about them and I can't. Or I do, but it's crumbly, nonsensical. How about, boundaries are good. Heartache is confusing. I never know what to do with all the things. A good night's sleep oughtta help.