When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home. Chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean... who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me. 
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