There are two golden hairs hidden in the center of my fringe, revealing themselves from time to time like an anemone dancing in black water. I first noticed them shortly after summer was over and a wave of melancholy had swallowed me whole. This could be the reason why the pair had lost their color completely, for they used to be white like unicorn hair. I've had many white hairs as a teenager, after a rupture of overwhelming changes. Change was something I was never able to adapt to as swiftly as the average person does. However I'm also incapable of staying in one place for a long time unlike many who not once leave their hometown. My heart yearns for unexplored grounds, yet my hands tremble when I encounter too much of the unfamiliar.
I take a step back, I close my eyes, and I am a buoy, trying its best to stay still on turbulent tides.