Even when she slept, she tossed and turned and squirmed, like she was secretly a hurricane forced into a girl-body and told to exist as best she could among people who had no idea what it meant to secretly be a weather pattern.

There’s a lesson in every silence.

I’m a wanderess
I’m a one night stand
Don’t belong to no city
Don’t belong to no man
(Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne’s quote from his novel “The Wanderess”.)