I have been free of tyranny and bondage for half a decade now. Five years has actually passed since my once fear driven existance was shattered like porcellin crashing into the ground. My hair, the symbol of my freedom from the cruel oppression laid down by my father had grown out long and wild like a raspberry bush. It had been so long it flowed like a lions mane behind my head making me look like the king of the Savannah, now. Recently I trimmed it. I had trimmed it so it would grow much like my freedom, however now. Now I am in need of a job. So once again I have sharned back my leoinine locks and they rest in a bag. My hair is shorter then it was. It feels so differnet now. I hope people do not freak out too much to the change.
 Azalin · Wed May 18, 2005 @ 06:18am · 2 Comments |
