Ride.

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 my self dacing 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, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful
poet but, upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like
a millon 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 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 home, the have
no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie
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 that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I'd be lying, because I was
bor to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who had nothing, who wabted
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, 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 tolose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make
our lives a work, of art.
Live fast, die young. Be wild. And have fun.
I belive 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 kidness 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're free to experience them? I have.

I am fucking crazy, but I am free.