Chimera Song Mosaic
Saturday, September 04, 2004
My hair is brown with luscious bits of gold and even red. It is darker than most oak surfaces.
I had become accustomed to swimming alone but then after a few weeks of companionship I don't know quite how to begin on my own but then I realized I would be the only one disturbing the current.
It's most similar, I guess, to mahogany, but it will be grey soon. Then I will stop owning distinguishing characteristics. One grows accustomed to losing one's place in the community.
First, it started with the name, although that probably wasn't the first thing.