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
myself dancing, and laughing and crying with them. Three years
down the line of being on an endless road to nowhere and my
memories of them were the only thing that could sustain 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 a plan of
unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided
like a millions stars in the night sky, that I wished on over and
over again - sparkling, and broken, but that, 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, and
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
it’s like to seek safety in other people, for a home to be
wherever you lie your head. I was always an unusual girl. My
mother told me I had a chameleon soul - no morale compass
pointing due north, no fixed personality, just a hint of
indecisiveness that was wide and unwavering as the ocean, and if
I said i didn’t plan for it to turn out this way iId 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 that pushed me to a nomadic sense
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 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’re free to
experience them?
I have.
I am f///ing crazy. But I
am free.