February 24th;

I miss my hair so bad. It’s not long anymore. No more gypsy dancing with my long wavy hair. I feel like a piece of me is missing, suddenly I’m vacant. Maybe this is what I needed. It’s a Thursday night and it rains heavy, the sky sobs and pours buckets. Communication was a let down, and my heads still foggy and such ambition blurred. Perhaps I led myself in the wrong direction. The party was called off, and I sank with guilt. I reminded myself with a deep breath that I was surrounded by people who loved me and could stomach my insecurities. And that is all that mattered. Although, I still wish I had beautiful stories to tell my kids. But then I think of all the roads I’ve walked and the paths I’ve crossed and it doesn’t matter a bit.

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