Love hurts all the way to Hana. I'm turning 55. I know I should be cool. I know it's just a number. I know what the alternative is. I know I don't care. It's how I feel. That's real enough for me. It's been a long road. Windy. Narrow. One bridge. After another. After another. I've had lots of time to think. To watch. To study. I've learned that food tastes better when I'm hungry. That water goes down easy when I'm thirsty. That kisses linger when I've been missed. I love being a woman. The one who waits. The one who buys sexy clothes. The one who messes up her hair to look just right.
Loves hurts all the way to Hana. I feel it in myself. When I lay on the floor. Feeling the bumping of music on my skin. In my throat. In my bones. Knowing I've spent most of my life altered. But I've never gone for the hillbilly high. Just the redneck. Never gone for the nod of opiates. Just the indulger. Never gone for the perfect look. Just make me laugh. Hold my hand. Kiss my face. And keep me off the road to Hana