beauty

we dont follow out instincts anymore.

logic.

why dont we appreciate the beauty of passion?

perhaps we cant afford to.

i make it a point to cut my hair when certain events crop up.

like an argument.
or a break up.

all the sad things i suppose.

when i lose faith.
when i am down.

it's my way of protesting against life.
although i dont see the significance of my actions.

sometimes you wonder why you never seem to be able to let go.
i dont know either.
i cant comprehend your actions.

i dont understand mine.

so when your heart and your mind tells you two different things.
how should you react?