I found a silver hair today, sticking out unassumingly yet not ashamed. I was greatly distressed for I had dreams, hopes, fantasies. Don’t be, she whispered. These things are but an inevitability, in the same way that love is inevitable, and death is inevitable.
I’m not ready to die, I told her.
She smiled.
But are you ready to love?
She never looked so out of place yet so at home before.
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Monday, May 18, 2009 at 10:34 am
You had a conversation with your grey hair???
Well, I think mine have conferences these days.