neurosis

my hair has all grown out.

at first perceived, this unfortunate affair, my hair has decided to sprout. they started out small when i first cut them off, the shortest they've ever been. i thought they were happy, but then all as one, they threw a coup and came undone. with certain ease they started to spring, at first they spoke softly, almost under their breath, but then they began to come out of my head. screaming and shouting, do not cut us anymore, they said outright, don't cut us off like that because you feel bad about life. don't hurt us this way you crazy sod, we like to be out of control, a lot. so leave us alone to do what we want, what we want is some time to straighten out.

silly hair. what do you know, you are completely and totally out of control. i'll cut you whenever i feel like doing so. in fact, i'll cut you right now if i had somewhere to go.