My mother told me that I had a camaleon soul, no moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide an 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 to be the other woman, I belong to no one, who belonged everyone, who had nothing , who wanted everything , with a fire for every experience and a 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.
pascipio:
Unusual, but very pretty!