I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were
my only summer. At night I fell sleep with a vision of myself dancing and
laughing and crying with them. 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. 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. 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.
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 lied you head.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a
chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed
personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide 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 born to be the other woman. 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 dazzlez and dizzied
me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I
did- on the open road. We have 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.*http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Py_-3di1yx0
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I don't even know where to begin Cassandra...WOW. This was beyond amazing in every way. So powerfully written and emoitonal. I love this blog. May I become your newest follower???
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