I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didnt really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how Id been living, they asked me why - but theres no use in talking to people who have home. They have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head. I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean... And if I said I didnt plan for it to turn out this way Id be lying... Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldnt even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. https://youtube/watch?v=Py_-3di1yx0
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 17:48:44 +0000
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