Blue Hair

Ever since I cut my blue hair, Things have changed in a way that I can't explain. The wind no longer plays between the locks, the gazes slip without stopping, the shadows seem longer at sunset. I don't know if I was beautiful before, I don't know if they are now. But something has been lost with every tuft that has fallen, something that does not grow back with time. You look at me in a different way, as if I were looking for someone who is no longer there, Like color is the only thing that made my story readable. But I'm still here. Only with less blue, and a little less about myself.