maryann📼

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 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 lie your 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 and 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 l'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