Crazy Woman

They call her the crazy woman, not because she’s lost her mind, but because she found her freedom. She laughs too loudly, dances in the rain, and speaks truths that make others squirm. She wears colors like fire, and her eyes carry storms. People whisper behind her back, but she keeps walking, barefoot and unbothered. Rules? She breaks them. Expectations? She burns them. Love her or fear her, you’ll never forget her. She’s not crazy—she’s just wildly alive.