i want to get a haircut. faux-hawk, but that was three years ago. or grow it out. maybe a 'fro? there's a void of energy over my head, waiting for something, anything, to give it character.
sometimes it's quite a shame that we look outside to find ourselves, but the burden lies in believing what we've chosen. and nobody can really say where the right places are, yet everyone seems to know all the wrong ones.
maybe what i really need to do is shut everything out and listen. to music. to the dancing pictures in my head. to the backpack of journalistic voyeur. to the buttons on my shirt. to the annoying voices in the back of my head. to the increasing comfort of silence that is starting to fill the void.