I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me 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.
Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art.
Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun.
