There`s no use in talking to people who have home.
They have no idea what it`s like to seek safety in other people - for home to 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 didn`t plan for it to turn out this way I`d 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 couldn`t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
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