I was in the winter of my life. And the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night.. I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless road towards and my memories of them were the only thing that sustained me and my only happy times. I was sinner. Not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again ..sparkling and broken. But I didnt really mind because I knew that it takes giving everything you have ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out….how I have been living they asked me why. But there is no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea of what it is like to seek safety in other people. For home to be wherever you lie 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 a fixed indecisiveness that was as wide ..and wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didnt plan for it to turn out this way…I’d be lying. I belonged to no one who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing. And wanted everything. With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to a point I couldnt even talk about and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me....
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 07:19:39 +0000
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