To hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour, see the world in a grain of sand, and see heaven in a wild flower.
— William Blake
“I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing to 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. 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, and terrified to the point where I couldn’t even talk about it. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both hassled and dizzied me.”