Poem bits from my Instagram

Marks on my wrists, invincible, because I truly lived. Have you?

edit13    I trust myself and yet I can regret my decisions, I am free and yet I can feel entrapped, I am honest but I can tell you fantastic lies, I am an open book and yet I share no secrets…

No fixed personality, just an inner indecisiveness that is as wide and as wavering as the wild ocean….

Home but homeless, spiritual nomad, had nothing, yet wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that both dazzled and dizzied me.

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