I was always an usual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul;
No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality.
Just an inner indecisiveness 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, but wanted everything.
With a fire for every experience, and an obsession for freedom;
That terrified me to the point I couldn’t even talk about it.
And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled me, and dizzied me.
Dear lord, when I get to heaven
Please let me bring my man
When he comes tell me that you’ll let him in
Father tell me if you can………