[7×5] confession #1

My real hair is a dense thicket of tightly wound curls. It is washed and clean and scented like myrrh. My grey hairs, once manifest in one small area, now abound and glisten like tinsel amongst dark brown wool. I feel a multiplicity of ways about this, a revelation atop my crown, and it will take courage to be vulnerable about it, as in showing it to the world. Perhaps beneath the summer sun will I be comfortable to let my truthful coif shine forth without fear of being judged unbeautiful. Until then, I guess I'll make like an ancient Egyptian and continue to rock my faux locks and serious kohl liner...