A Dead Thing

Hair

It's a dead thing that hangs around your face.

Now, I just have less of it. 

 This is not the first time that I have cut my hair for charity... but this time it is shorter.

 The first snip is kind of a bitter-sweet experience. That's when you know that, even if you want to, you know that there is no turning back now.

 Shorter. I guess I'll get used to it.

Eliza was a weirdo and kept putting the hairdryer in my face. So this is what comes out of it.

Anyway, my hair will grow eventually, but it has been so long for so long...
I'm about to get philosophical on you guys.
I've been having a really hard time lately...
Cutting my hair was kind-of a symbol of me... letting it all go.
All that dead weight from whatever crap I've been going through,
Now it is gone.
I've been set free.




or something philosophical like that.