21 oct. 2012

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and 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 onewho belonged to everyone, who had nothingwho 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. 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 fucking crazy. But I am free.”

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