When we let our hair grow, when we actually "rewild", we filter out the onlookers who liked us smooth and sweet and silent.
We suddenly feel the aching aloneness of just how rare we really are,
An endangered species indeed...
When we let our hair grow, when we actually "rewild", we filter out the onlookers who liked us smooth and sweet and silent.
We suddenly feel the aching aloneness of just how rare we really are,
An endangered species indeed...