I tug on the ends of my newly cropped hair, still not used to where they end. How many inches did I cut off? Five? Six? Maybe I'm over thinking this. It's just hair. It can grow back.
But it was my hair. My long long hair that took forever to wash and dry and braid. But it was worth forever, right?
Well now it's gone, so I need to get used to it. My hair isn't my heart and I need to stop
Touching
Staring
Thinking about it
About why I cut it
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. Maybe I should dye it. Like, a bright pink chunk on the side. Or blue bangs. Maybe purple tips.
It's maybe I should just paint my nails to get my mind off of it. Or read a book. Or write a book.
I can concentrate that look though. I need something fast. Quick. Right now. I need...
Food. I need food.
I need to...
I look out the window and see the calm water and don't think just run. Run run run like I've wanted to. I don't bother changing into a swimsuit, I just run right into the salty ocean water and float on my back. Not thinking anymore. Just trusting God to keep me afloat. Just talking to Him about anything, everything.
Or nothing.
But here I feel Him closest. Here I can breathe easy and listen more.
Here I don't need a change or something new, I don't need anything except the water and the air and His presence.
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WRITERS BLOCK
DiversosThis is where I will put the completely random, has nothing to do with anything stories that I create when I have writers block. I'll put out a stick (or two or three) and write based off what the stick says. Please don't judge me... :)
