I WAS ALWAYS AN UNUSUAL GIRL, MY
MOTHER TOLD ME I HAD A CHAMELEON SOUL. NO MORAL COMPASS POINTING
ME DUE NORTH, NO FIXED PERSONALITY. JUST AN INNER INDECISIVINESS
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. 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- 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.
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