I cut my hair the other day
the hair that you said you loved so much.
You don't know, but I let it grow
like weeds during a drunken spring.
it pooled around my feet and tangled
tripping me every time I tried to run.
it was shorn with a silver razor-sharp blade
in the light of the full moon.
each stand that fell to the ground
gave birth to something new
that grew into something beautiful inside me.
Now that heavy dark curtain is gone from my head,
I am finally ready for the light that awaits me.
Please do not mourn what has been lost;
hair will always grow back
as my love grows stronger.

And in this moment
I have died
and am born again.
A king in cardboard boxes
dances through the drunken haze
a stag steps into the clearing
leading me back to the road
where my family awaits
their songs of pain and life
fall to deadened ears
another second has passed
and I'm back again;

I was going to write down my dream from last night but i woke up to you instead.
i miss you but these are words lost in the wind so i will keep them here instead.