I was in the winter
of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I
fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three year down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them
were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a
singer, not very popular one, who once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet-
but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided
like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again-
sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes
getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom
is.
When the people I
used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked
me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no
idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you
lied you head.
I was always an
unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass
pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiviness that
was as wide as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that 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 with a fire for every experience and an obssesion 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 both dazzlez and dizzied me.
Every night I used
to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We have
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 belive 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’re free to experience them?
I Have.
I Am Fucking Crazy. But I Am Free.
Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?
I Have.
I Am Fucking Crazy. But I Am Free.