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Since I haven't posted in ages, and the mood strikes me.
The hair curls in exactly the right way. Irony has always been cruel. Endless amounts of fussing only rarely manage to make the brown silk manageable. And yet. Now. Salt tears follow ever deepening creases, even those that only the owner can see, and now the hair curls perfectly. Untouched.
It doesn’t matter really. No one is there to see. No one would care to look even if they were. It has been endless years of no one.
Be careful what you wish for. If only…
Then only comes and shows you not endless devotion and care for your old age, but rather bitterness and pettiness and sharp tongue.
Still the hair curls. It should be funny when even your very self mocks you. Strangely it is not.
The hair curls in exactly the right way. Irony has always been cruel. Endless amounts of fussing only rarely manage to make the brown silk manageable. And yet. Now. Salt tears follow ever deepening creases, even those that only the owner can see, and now the hair curls perfectly. Untouched.
It doesn’t matter really. No one is there to see. No one would care to look even if they were. It has been endless years of no one.
Be careful what you wish for. If only…
Then only comes and shows you not endless devotion and care for your old age, but rather bitterness and pettiness and sharp tongue.
Still the hair curls. It should be funny when even your very self mocks you. Strangely it is not.