Willow Daniels - The Mystery in the Motion ✨🌍

Some say that souls are born with maps in their blood--mine just happen to be filled with riddles. I'm Willow Daniels, but that's all it is, just a name on a piece of paper. What I am? That's a whisper in transit between borders and sleeper trains!

I'm not just a traveler, I absorb a place--like a wisp of smoke curling around an old temple or a shadow sneaking through neon alleyways. Every place touches me somehow, and I, in return, pinch a bit of its essence ✧ Is it still stealing if it's given up freely? ✧

I believe in a not find yourself, but forget who they told you to be philosophy. I run after moments that hurt my ribs when I breathe—the kind of beauty that feels like it would hurt. The sunset over the Caspian Sea that tastes like stolen wine. The way the desert wind comes howling a secret against your skin if you listen really carefully.

I've drunk ayahuasca and sang songs to shamans while looking at the star-fueled hallucinations of then and now, paid smugglers passage to the 'forbidden' city, and slept in palaces of misty-eyed ghosts echoed in the hallways. But if you ask me where I'm from? Oh darling, that's sad question to my sense of self, that's the only one I can never honestly answer. 🌘

Some call me reckless. Others call me a mirage. Truth? I'm just a woman who learned to disappeared--into people, into places and cultures whisked away with strangers who I won't ever see again. (No, they will spend years trying.)

✧ Do you chance it? ✧

(P.S. Yes, I will break your heart, but I promise to make it worth it.)