Keratin Chronicles: If that Hair Could Talk

[archangela]

I've just been shorn. Almost all of my hair was cut and donated on Wednesday. Between the proud length I had accomplished, and the exasperation of managing this abundant mane, I had come to feel the hair was no longer mine. It was time to harvest the crop for its intended purpose: to make a wig for hairless children through Locks of Love.

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[fiat_lux_]

You know, I am censoring to a certain extent what I say here, considering the public nature of this journal.

I guess I don't know what to say. I'm not as good at ambiguous vitriol as I once was. The most profound and encouraging thing I noticed was the way you seem to extol the virtues of family. Call it love. That's a beautiful way to be. And in many instances I've only ever known you to speak down toward such things. But I guess I haven't known you for quite some time. Amazing what time can do. But I also suspected--for as long as I knew you--this nurturing energy resided as a latent attribute within you. Only now, it appears as though you have accepted it as a tangible quality. You have lived so much better than I. And that is an inspiration I will go ahead and steal for myself. Please take my apology of thievery in advance.

Look at what time does to us. It is as if we have switched roles. It is as if you took my nature, and I took yours. Tell me, could you ask for anything less? Just look at what time does to us.