"Why don't you shave? How many times should I tell you?" she scolds him again.
"I like my beard"
"Why do you like it so much?" she asks.
"You want the short answer or the long one"
"Short one first"
"I just like it"
"And the long one"
"I like how it grows on its own, how it grows on me slowly like a dream out of nowhere, persisting like flares from the fire that burns within. I like how it grows wild without a care in the world like thoughts on a rainy night, pouring itself out without a moments notice. I like how it feels on my skin like poetries protecting the rhythm of a broken heart."

- Nadig