If I said I didn't plan it to turn out this way then I would be lying. I'm only a spark, a minute of life. Dim and alone but beautiful and free. I have no home. The road is my home, my life and friend. Wherever I lay my head is my home and when I feel tired of all the madness in the world and tired of being crazy then I just ride.
I just ride.
When people I've known see me like this, they ask me why, but they have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people who accept you. We laugh. We're fucking crazy but we're free. There is no social boundaries. No difference between race or sexuality, or religion because we're free from those things. We're in love with this world and its vastness. The way the sun can glisten just right against out skin and out hair. The way the sky is never ending with colors that dash across its wings and shatter into ink that dyes it in such a brilliant way that never ends.
I was tired of working till I saw stars in my eyes. I tried hard to not get into trouble, but I wanted to see real stars. It takes getting everything you wanted and losing it to know what true freedom is.