On Hair.

The On Journals -- thoughts, essays, & free-writes.

Today,
I walked behind a girl with
blonde hair

 

She was behind a girl with
brown hair

 

Around 4pm...

 

But,

 

When I stopped to sip my coffee,
she walked past me

 

I didn't see her face
But from the back,
she looked like she might have
been pretty

 

Her hair was in a long, wavy
ponytail
which rocked back & forth
like a pendulum

 

I was mesmerized by
its movement

 

There were cat calls & car honks
And I thought they were all for her
because,

 

She was a tall blonde scene

 

But I suppose,
what's more mesmerizing
Is pigtails

 

I unintentionally stalked her
for 6 blocks
until she turned left
But I was going straight

 

I kind of thought that
I wanted to follow her
'til I found out
where she was going

 

By then I was
already invested,
Anyway

 

Author's Note

This is part of a project in which I will randomly scribble about things that either move me in life or momentarily; An exercise to encourage me to write daily.