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 crying with them. Three years down the line of
being on an endless world tour, 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 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'd
been living, they asked me why - but there's no use
in talking to people who have home. They have no
idea what it's like to seek safety in other people for
home to be wherever you lay your head.I was always
an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a
chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north,
no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness
that was as wide and as wavering 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.Who
belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire
for every experience and an obsession for freedom
that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even
talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of
madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. Every
night I used to pray that I’d 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 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 of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
I have. I am crazy. But I am free.
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