Tendrils
Tendrils of short sticks of red burnt sky falls down into my eyes. Anger bursts blow them out once again.
Slightly I chuckle as I know the shortened strands will soon be long again but the irritation of wisps in my eyes just make me growl.
Yet the knowing of why I cut my hair seems to make every part of a day or a memory quite astonishing.
Dare I even say quite echoing and remarkable. Throughout these tickling moments I have remind myself there is reason for everything, to a point.
The lessons that are learned and the changes that cause us to rise up again. Truly some waking importance. A moment we just breathe.
Finding that one part of a pulse. This one tangible essence of uncannily reasoning, even it falters and makes you exhale on that faith gives you the treasures.
How can I deny those times? Though what are they? Hmm. I know. Some others may know. Yet no words are released.
Just a mindless waving of turbulence. And yet all of it makes sense. All the way down to the lasting drop of muck. In truth, no matter what, every part I participated in was worth it.
Even as I still sit here blowing that one annoying strand from my eyes, I cling to the expressions, the memories. Not asking for change nor the recollection of savor. Just wanting to be observant and absorb what is necessary to keep moving forward.
Even if it means one hit into the darkened designs of the past, still, I would. Though at this very moment I sniffle in a bit of laughter as all my red hair falls into my face.
Apparently bobbie pins weren't made for pixie still bobs. And still I am ready for anything. Just try me.
For just this moment I smile.
Slightly I chuckle as I know the shortened strands will soon be long again but the irritation of wisps in my eyes just make me growl.
Yet the knowing of why I cut my hair seems to make every part of a day or a memory quite astonishing.
Dare I even say quite echoing and remarkable. Throughout these tickling moments I have remind myself there is reason for everything, to a point.
The lessons that are learned and the changes that cause us to rise up again. Truly some waking importance. A moment we just breathe.
Finding that one part of a pulse. This one tangible essence of uncannily reasoning, even it falters and makes you exhale on that faith gives you the treasures.
How can I deny those times? Though what are they? Hmm. I know. Some others may know. Yet no words are released.
Just a mindless waving of turbulence. And yet all of it makes sense. All the way down to the lasting drop of muck. In truth, no matter what, every part I participated in was worth it.
Even as I still sit here blowing that one annoying strand from my eyes, I cling to the expressions, the memories. Not asking for change nor the recollection of savor. Just wanting to be observant and absorb what is necessary to keep moving forward.
Even if it means one hit into the darkened designs of the past, still, I would. Though at this very moment I sniffle in a bit of laughter as all my red hair falls into my face.
Apparently bobbie pins weren't made for pixie still bobs. And still I am ready for anything. Just try me.
For just this moment I smile.
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