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I shampooed today and still had dandruff. Moses split the red sea and I split the dead sea.
And there they were, follicles being bullied by little white spec whose purpose I am still trying to understand. Where do they come from and where do they go. I was looking for a metaphor.
I just couldn't find one in the little specks that were floating between my fingers. This was my world, I would be afraid that I would move suddenly and they would make an appearance in the most ackward situation.
I thought I was looking for a metaphor but I was looking for something more.I was looking for perfection but I was far from it.
I was in between of trying to figure out if I was the hair or the dandruff.
And that was the real torture of merely looking dandruff.
