I want pink hair sometimes. Or green. Or blue. Purple sounds delicious too.
I want to strap on my wings and flutter about every nook and cranny in the world.
I want to don my little pretty mini dresses and stomp in my big shiny black boots.
I want to wear my velvet rhinestone collar.
I want to slick on crazy makeup and play.
Or I may just go natural with a hint of glitter on my eyes.
I don't though.
The next time I go to a concert I might.
It's the only time I think I might feel comfortable doing so.
I envy ravers and clubbers and glitter-goths and the like.
I envy their free spirit. Their colors. Their wildness.
Not all of them are like that, but I am sure many are.
It's a fun and exciting way to live sometimes.
But really, I am not the wild type.
The loud type.
The party-all-night-long type.
The dance madly and passionately type.
The grind-all-night-long type.
It's just not me.
But I didn't say it would not be fun every once in a while.
To act crazy and uninhibited.
I am more the quiet person in nature.
Subdued but with a little wild streak here and there.
I love books and music and quiet talks at the bookstore cafe.
I love concerts too, but feel weird when I dance to the music.
I need to feel more connected with myself. More comfortable with my body in order to sway it like I want to sway it.