what path

the snipping of hair the smell of shampoo the bristles of the broom the hair on the floor the smiles that are shared colors swirled blended perfectly on the eye the peachy lipstick to match the blush the coats of mascara defined cat eye adorned with perfect curls soft and frizz free me that's me creating art with a makeup brush as my want scissors in my right hand it could be a waste of smarts but im following my heart