Sometimes I feel like my bun is a metaphor for my life. I am wound tightly, secured into place with a stretchy but ever-circular band--not much escaping. Then one day there has been too much. Too much. And it all comes undone. Today, I am undone. But still, I can't quite let it all go. I have been plaited, weaved, twisted and secured by even more ties today. I hope that I can stretch enough and that it doesn't hurt when those black coils snap back.
3 comments:
I love reading all your great thoughts:) Your family has such a talent for writing!
Yes, good writing. But are you okay?!? I hope so! Email me if you want!
Love to my beautiful big sis. Beautiful writing, beautiful braids, beautiful you.
Come visit. It would be fun. :)
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