Who the hell am I?
I have been away... I ran like I swore I would hundreds of days ago and here I am. I actually escaped to safer ground. My feet are resting in the sand and good lord, does it feel wonderful.
But who am I, now that I've come to this monumental rest before the sea?
The same person I always was before I could show it - an engineer, an artist, a nymphomaniac, a bleeding heart, an escapist, a woman, and a badass.
It feels good to be here, and to be me. Finally.
But who am I, now that I've come to this monumental rest before the sea?
The same person I always was before I could show it - an engineer, an artist, a nymphomaniac, a bleeding heart, an escapist, a woman, and a badass.
It feels good to be here, and to be me. Finally.