I am a nomad and until my feet grow roots that pin me io this earth I will continue to move on from people, places and beings carrying bits and pieces of their soul within mine and leaving my pieces with them. My solitude transforms with every bit that travels through it. I am stupid, foolish and senseless. I lose control despite its price, because I have savored the infinity that begins in the outskirts of structure. Someday, my solitude and I will hack into the infinity for good, until then I am cursed to live in the edges of absurdity, perhaps because the leash of logic...more