Army of Ink Temple Tall

DIARIES tower

Sometimes I’m a danger to myself.  

Once upon a short time ago, there was a girl with plaits so black she cut the tie with big chunky scissors believing it would bring her eternal silence.  But it left her with nothing at all to distill her teaming thoughts.  So she gathered her litter of locks and spun them into a spiraling lace that grew circles around her temple tall keeping her forever safe.