my hair.

my hair.

I wake up not knowing what to expect from you.

Good or bad days?

Do I let you free, or pull you out the way.

You become speckles in my vision.

I dedicate you time and wisdom.

Through the years I've learn to nourish you.

I’ve had to cut you off but always end up embracing you.

You make my day and fill my heart.

Give me character and set me apart.

Sometimes you are timid…

And the other 99% of the time you make me look like a cynic.

Is not right to say that you make me me…

But without you who would I be.

My hair.

Faint Memory

Faint Memory