{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: crown

Tightly curled stubborn roots

tugging the ends of my thoughts.

Wrinkles stretching not too far

to the base of my neck.

They don't stretch at all- at least not anymore.

T'was untamed and unbothered.

Like a great cloak lifted, a deep

breath coursed through the

temple of my mind.

Releasing me, for a little while,

Only to be encompassed again.

This time the roots creep slowly

and surely, careful not to slip

too far off the sphere of my face.

This time more beautiful

than acknowledged before.

This time more pride in the kinks

pinching along my fingertips

tickling

the crimp of my crown.

This time more love for it than expected.

This time no time at all seems more blissful.

⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎

so, how confused are you?