There Is Nothing to Grab Onto

Do I realize I’m cutting all my hair off?

Do I realize I’m trying to make myself look cleaner because I need to believe I can be? Sure, I do.

But when I walk out of the barber shop the atmosphere of the street feels as empty as my head does, and there is nothing to grab onto,

and for a moment I’m not checking my phone the way I usually do, but just there, practically naked,

like I’ve just been born.

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