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 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 of 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.
