That day I cut my hair I felt nothing. I stare and stare at the mirror waiting for anything, for something, but nothing's came. It was empty. I was empty. I know I've felt this before over something or someone, but whatever the case maybe, I always run out of it like a child, barefooted, carried by the wind, light as a feather. Free.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
That day I cut my hair I felt nothing. I stare and stare at the mirror waiting for anything, for something, but nothing's came. It was empty. I was empty. I know I've felt this before over something or someone, but whatever the case maybe, I always run out of it like a child, barefooted, carried by the wind, light as a feather. Free.