12.9.07

Hair. Loss.


Pull. Tug. Yank. Wrench. Twist. Coil. Bend. Loop. Entwine. Weave. Heave. Hurt.

If it were only hair, I’d let it fall…

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Looks like a flower ... wonder what would it like smell like.

circle said...

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Just cut it with a small scissor and send small pieces to all of us your admirers and disciples we'll preserve'em in our albums in your memory............

FV said...

Anon:

It isn't a flower. It is something far too ordinary. Isn't that why you have not dignified it with your name or ID?

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Circle:

You make it sound like I am dead! Those who care about me deserve much more than stray strands. We should be able to mutually preserve ideas and emotions...

Anonymous said...

I have no name, I am the eye of the beholder, the wind in your hair ...

circle said...

[[You make it sound like I am dead! ]]
LOL, hahahaha
You're way too funny.

FV said...

Circle:

And to think this post was about pain...
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Anon:

For a nameless person you do possess a good deal of narcissism. To be the wind in my hair, or in my sail, a person would require to have courage, of conviction and exposure.

I am afraid that while I do appreciate your poetic foray (however much a licence it be), I am not appreciative of too much familiarity from strangers.

This blog and blogger are far too ordinary for all that.

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