Female

22

I am a woman stuck in a town doused with the thought of modern man, and the longer I stay, the quicker the feathers on my wings get ripped off one-by-one, but more than just the physical sense, for the very structure of my wings is being ripped off of my soul. I wish to be a nomad, and a woman of the wind. I am a soul that wishes to practice free love, and at the same time, band with other kindred souls to free this Earth from the slavery modern man has sold her into.