Faces

Just some days,
You want to clutch on
To the strands that adore you
And pull it apart with every ounce of
Expression within.
And other days,
Tend to them
Like a new phone
Caressing it, tugging it
Behind your ears.
Also days come, when you
Want to wash the grim
Away,
Literally.
And you stand there, repeating the task
Over and over again
Till you find it within you
To step out to wear
A new piece of cloth.
You can't change the body, the skin,
Or strands the wind
oh so lovingly wants to carry off.
Sometimes you want to be carried away too when
The silence of the echoes of conversations
Within you won't be replaced
With bass or strum or tune
And everyone around you,
Becomes a liability.

-amrutha

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