"I was in the Winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only Summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and even crying with them. 3 years down the line of being down this endless road to earth, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me and my only real happy times.
I was a singer, not a very popular one, I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on, over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind it because I knew it takes getting everything you wanted and losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how id been living, they’d ask me why, but there’s no use in talking to people that have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, to have nowhere to lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl, my Mother told me I had a Chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing to the north, no fixed personality, just an inner indecisiveness, that is as wide and as unwavering as the ocean, and If I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying.
Because I was born to be the other woman, I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything.
There was a fire for every experience, and obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness, that dazzled and dizzied me. —
Every night I used to pray that id find my people and finally I did on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun. I believe in the country America used to be, I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road, and my motto is the same as ever, I believe in the kindness of strangers, and when I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride.
Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have.
I am fucking crazy.
But I am free”
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