Nobody can give you freedom. You take it

Her mind is deliciously improper.

It is a mess, and she has no intention of cleaning today.

She is free in her wildness. A wanderess. A leaf in the wind.

She belongs to no man, and to no destination. She knows nothing of borders, and invents her own rules and customs.

She lives to freely and fully express herself, in every dimension of her life.

'Time' for her isn't something to fight against.
Her life flows clean. With passion. Like fresh water.