undivided [and paceless]

Your kisses are jazz, 
Staccato, languishing.
You’re smoother than bourbon
on the rocks; you’re honeyed wine, but
you still leave me raw.
You’re dissonant; so wrong, you’re right,
And without warning, you’re done.
Make me wish there was more, but 

you’ve finished,
and you’ve left on a minor third,
two beats too soon,

Precisely when you meant to. 


I woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I tried out an up-do of sorts for short hair today. I’m pleasantly surprised with how easy it was. All I did was use my natural, slept on curls, and curled a few pieces a bit more, and then twisted and puffed the bang. Then, all I did was backcomb the crown and pinned it, and then took random sections at the back, twisted them, and pinned them wherever. 
And don’t laugh at my ridiculously high hair-line at the back of my head. I don’t know why I look like a reverse balding man.   I woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I tried out an up-do of sorts for short hair today. I’m pleasantly surprised with how easy it was. All I did was use my natural, slept on curls, and curled a few pieces a bit more, and then twisted and puffed the bang. Then, all I did was backcomb the crown and pinned it, and then took random sections at the back, twisted them, and pinned them wherever. 
And don’t laugh at my ridiculously high hair-line at the back of my head. I don’t know why I look like a reverse balding man.   

I woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I tried out an up-do of sorts for short hair today. I’m pleasantly surprised with how easy it was.

All I did was use my natural, slept on curls, and curled a few pieces a bit more, and then twisted and puffed the bang. Then, all I did was backcomb the crown and pinned it, and then took random sections at the back, twisted them, and pinned them wherever. 

And don’t laugh at my ridiculously high hair-line at the back of my head. I don’t know why I look like a reverse balding man.