I'm tired of routine. Although it is a rainy March day and it feels more like an ending than beginning, I decided to make my appearance change. I cut my hair -- now, that probably doesn't sound very dramatic, but picture long locks of shining ebony hair that reaches below a girl's slim waist. That was my hair. Presently, my hair doesn't even reach below my shoulder blades. I have new shoes ((which I desparately needed because my old shoes date back since 9th grade)) and three earthly-colored, long-sleeved shirts.
I can hear birds twirping loudly at night as if they didn't notice the dark but only that the earth is renewed.
