The Red In My Hair...

The day we became men and women, we locked the kid inside us and hid the key from us, we threw away our innocence and we covered wonder with a seriousness that we believed was befitting of age. We didn't see anymore, we looked, for what we already knew. We took aid of our shiny new glasses, with diamonds and titanium, but we still missed the truth. We heard like fast-dry programmed in our washing machines. We laughed like we cut our meat. The skies didn't turn bluer or the flower rosier when they heard us laugh, they looked at us with confusion and with fear. We painted our faces black and red so we could slip in the dark and leave by the back door, we forgot to remove the paint. We talked in hushed voices, one spoon sugar, one tablespoon salt, a pinch of spice, a sprinkling of rosemary, we followed the recipe, we forgot what it meant to experiment. And we kissed like rituals, we forgot a kiss was meant to be a journey to discovering hidden wonders...we instead took the fastest train and got down at our station, a ticket in our hand and a map for the next one.Our love prosaic and our spirits like the cocktails they serve on a Thursday night, watered down and cheap. Our friendships were like transactions, and oh yes, we kept a separate drawer for the receipts, we were such good accountants. We dreamt like the wallpapers on our walls and we lived our lives like the algorithms we wrote. And the one thing that grew in our life were our fears, like hound dogs they never lost the sight of us. Chase, catch and kill the game.

The day we became men and women we handed the reins of our lives to society and we erased the memory of the time when we lived, truly, for ourselves. We became what we always feared and when someone asked us, we said with a shrug, "Oh it's not so bad after all".