chasing the sun

Once I 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 didnt really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

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. 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 couldnt 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 Id 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 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 Im 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 youre free to experience them?
I have.
I am fucking crazy. But I am free.

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