I was in the flat last night pretty bored....so my vanity became prevelant and I took pics under the pretence that I wanted to see how much my hair had grown. Camer'a are dangerous. So I like my hair....its the good shit. Its the thing that's helping me along. It is part of my strength and my weakness. Silly thing really, dreads. Why do they become so important? It just seems to me personally that as I've become stronger due to life experiences, so have my dreads and so does my attachment to them. They've fattened up and become strong like tree trunks. It in part reflects how I feel inside...tougher, more worldly. Anyway, see below and judge me for yourself.
Sorry that my camera is so rubbish.
Its a camera phone...technology slips through my fingers like grains of sand at the moment.
But my broken mobile phone clings on by its finger nails.