The blonde

What happens when I let my alter-ego take over for a moment.

Tomorrow is another day and the only thing running through my head at the moments is the phrase;

Diamonds are forever

 

Huh…pretty dumb. But it does fit my hair colour

 

I have thought about changing it, but I'm afraid the world won't recognize me and therefore shoot to kill

 

Trust me, they do that

 

You know, the people who live in the city;

The eccentric billionaire seeking for the next thrill

The hardworking man who'd do anything to not make it home to dinner on time

His wife who, frankly, is a bit tired of always staying home and looking out for the baby

 

They do

 

Or they would

 

Good thing they don't

 

But still, a blonde like me, would not be free, ever, in a world like this

Not like a brunette anyway

Or a redhead

 

It's all about following your instincts

 

That and remembering the small vital parts of life

Like the fact that diamonds, truly, are forever