1 October 2012
Sometimes I come cross a stray red hair On my shirt, on the floor, on the table They seem to be everywhere
They come from a time when I was able To lie to myself and to the world I was unstable
But now some things have become unfurled While other things still remain a secret Those remaining secrets I have hurled-
Away have they gone like a comet Relieving me of some heartache There are only a few who really saw it
The comet, my heart, my secrets were not opaque But now that I’m free I feel truly awake.
My Red Hair • Opuss № I