Off the shackles and chains Im free
The idea behind the haircut has got to be more than just merely snipping away the unsightly split ends, off the long heavy tresses and don a brand new look- fringe revolution for that matter. What lies beneath; it doesn't come as close as anything simple. Quit asking me why I chose to look different. If you know me well enough you would understand that it did nothing but made me feel better. I feel lighter as a person, inside and out. I could put on wings and fly sky high.

Knowingly or not, I don't doubt that I have committed a colossal number of mistakes in just the past few years alone. But even if there comes a day when something happens to show that my life's been nothing more than a seismic, never-ending nosedive, at least I won't get to say that I'd never known what it's like to follow my heart.

And if I were to end up falling, then at least it was done with the most electrifying of blind faith and belief, at least I'd have flopped with all the grandeur of hair-flipping-in-the-roaring-wind, and an ideal derived from nowhere else but the innermost of my being. I wouldn't know what I would do, but there would be a chapter closed and I have been nothing but true.

You could say it's all in my head, but who really knows what goes on up in there.

I lost myself for good when I stood before the alter crying buckets. I haven't cried for so long and hard for a really long time; my eyes are beginning to swell. The more I tried to stop the tears, the louder I sob and so tonight was a moment of release. To release and find myself in God who gives and takes away. I can't tell you why He does that but I know that He is good and He works in the most unimaginable yet perfect ways for His children.

And since Im His daughter all I need is to have simple faith. I believe that's what christianity is all about as well.

I will take the leap of faith everyday.