Pistol Whipped
It's the smell of the chaotic being of these past two weeks that makes me want to believe that change is on its way. Every time I find my mind scattered all over with thoughts of abandonment, loneliness, anger and a slight disappointment without a solid source, it has been life's way of making room for what is to come. I am ready. Be it an excellent addition or another problem to deal with, I welcome it. I had a single grey hair above my right ear for years. Ever since I decided to grow my hair out again, I keep finding more and more grey hair. Two more on my left side and at least four more on my right. I was always okay with growing older. Might just be an upside of melancholy but either way, I didn't even expect to feel bad or worried about the hairs I saw. I knew exactly what I was going to feel and that's what I felt at that moment. Smiling at the mirror, looking at my grey hairs sticking out. I don't know if I can be objective about it but it looks super cool...