Cropping my hair down to near nothing, more than mere aesthetics, more that a ritual, it is a symbol of taking off all the things that hath pass, year 2009.
And in that I too crop down one significant part of me. Do not hate me now, for I had once been so engaged in you. I find that going on was just going into another wall. But if you need be, I'd say sorry.
And so leaves me this other, one that maybe of me in half incarnation?
Yes, mistakes are made, but unless I stop trying, I will eventually find the one that's right.
So embrace I pray, please be it.
It may be so.