there is a box in a drawer sealed with tape Chris 10'19'2020 written on top i don't know how to hold it it's always heavier than i remember my hair a coffin of it contained frozen on that day long dark brown ends lightened with cinnamon i haven't been able haven't wanted to smell it yet every year on today i open it touch a loop of hair colder than i expect and alien ominous that much hair arranged and disconnected from a head it's an awful box but it's worse that my hair now is almost as long as it was then
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I have a box of letters, addressed to a younger me, written by a kindred dreamer in a time when the world was an open book and the future seemed fair and easy to navigate.