There are days when I catch myself looking in the mirror and I notice a few more grey hairs, a couple more lines of age etched on my face.
Then I smile because my eyes are a radiant blue, rather than the silver grey they sometimes go when I’m stressed or depressed. I run my fingers through my long hair, and headbang it into shape in true metalhead style.
Age has yet to really take its toll on me yet, and long may it continue. But there will come a time, when the hair, what’s left of it, is all silver grey and the face is weathered and aged.
I hope when that time comes I’ll still remember the face looking back at me, remember the crazy long hair and those baby blue eyes. Most of all, I hope this face remembers those faces that fell in love with it.