Where is the gold from the morning hour?
The hair grows.
The day started really badly.
The hair grows.
It finally stays light longer again.
The hair grows.
I missed the bus.
The hair grows.
The Christmas tree balls have become chocolate Easter eggs.
The hair grows.
The hair doesn’t only grow on the head.
The hair grows.
Whose day is today, it’s not mine.
The hair grows. It is war.
The hair grows.
What was a problem yesterday is a hassle today.
The hair grows.
My warm bed feels precious.
The hair grows.
My friends are doing quite well.
The hair grows.
I hide golden chocolate eggs in my mouth.
The hair grows.
Quite good is good.
The hair grows.
Actually good is good.
The hair grows.
I put my cell phone away.
The hair grows.
I don’t care about the next Like.
The hair grows.
When will gingerbread be back?
The hair grows.
Today was somehow the most beautiful day in the world.
The hair grows.
Somehow beautiful is beautiful.
The hair grows.
There is little stability in our world at the moment. Hair is hard to hold on to (ouch), but maybe onto its permanence.
Love,
Your Hair School
