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 that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying,  because I was born to be the other woman. 

I 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.