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.
