Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Friday, June 24, 2005

Good Cause

About three months ago I shaved my head, for charity

Well actually my mother took the clippers and did it for me

When I say shaved it wasn't all bald and buffed to reflect the sun

My hair was about 10mm in length, which if you ask me, is shaved!

I've come to realise that I didn't think this through all that well

I'm lucky in that I own a lot of hats and several bandanas

In three months I've had about four weeks I've had hair I can manage!

I scare myself when I look in the mirror, I have a bad hair day every day!

The up-side, it's the first time in over ten years I've had my natural hair colour!

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