My hair twists like brambles, dry and brittle, yet the color of the ocean seeps from it into everything; my towels, my shirts, my pillow. I've heard you keep memories stored in the fibers of your hair-- the last several years of my life now blue-tinted and soaked indigo and turquoise. I am reinventing my past, making it brighter, more solid against the backdrop of my life.
My roots are growing in, too. Dark tangles with shades of deep cherry hiding beneath the black. The most honest and naked parts of me, unbleached and unaltered. I think maybe, when there's enough of it, I will just slough off my blue hair and start completely over.