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Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them? Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? And my motto is the same as ever- *I believe in the kindness of strangers. I belive in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. I believe in the country America used to be. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art. 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 dazzled and dizzied me.Įvery night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. 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. Just an inner indecisiviness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. 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. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why.
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.
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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. 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. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. “I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. We have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.” I 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- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.Įvery night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. 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. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the ocean.
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 lay your head. 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 million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. Three years 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. At night I fell sleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them.
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