I see a woman every morning in the Hollywood district. She has red, red hair and she wears a long red woolen coat. She's always dressed so nicely, what I can see of her. I've never seen her face but I'm sure she's beautiful. She reminds me of RHG, with her lovely hair and long red coat and aura of terrific-ness. I want to chase her down and hug the breath out of her and make her tell me her secrets. I want to find out why she glows, where her radiance comes from. I want to reach inside her and find her spark.
Why do some people carry their happiness around on the outside of them? How do you get that? Some people, and I think I'm one of them, keep all that trapped inside, locked up and guarded jealously where others cannot see it and take it away; we shelter it from people who would break it, or leak their bad, bad energy all over it. Because it's always kept hidden away, we don't ever really take it out and play with it, just keep it forever tucked away until we forget it's there. One day I'm going to go look for it and it will be gone. I want to learn how to keep my happiness outside me, want to wrap it around the outside of my body like a shield.
And I want to have amazingly sexy red hair.