I was born to ride the wild winds of passion, surf the turbulent oceans of despair, and relentlessly explore the great vastness of the crazy world – until my body collapses in ecstatic exhaustion. I fall in love with impractical things, I believe in the improbable, pursue the impossible and find beauty where others can’t see it. My soul is winged, always seeking out adventure. I am free with a fiercely sensitive heart. I’m light and airy, yet I never lack depth. I’m a balmy breeze, casually caressing arms lovingly, suddenly here, suddenly there, then suddenly gone. I’m a thousand grains of precious pink sand, slowly slipping through soft fingertips, one by one. I can never be contained, because I’m not meant to be.