they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head.

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 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 its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head.


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 person i want to become. i believe in the freedom of the open road. and that 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 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.






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