Beautiful and Crazy

More and more, I want to bust out. Change things up. Be redder.

It’s about ownership, admission, sitting still, standing up, wearing my skin like a second skin, buying smaller jeans, reaching across the table for what I want, not waiting to have a glass of wine, having it now.

Breaking red.

It’s what’s after the deep grieving that comes with aging.

Blooming red.

It’s delicious to rip off the mourning clothes and go naked.