Lana.

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 road to Earth, 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, but I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events, all 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 didn’t really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything you’ve ever wanted, and losing it, to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found what I had been doing - how I’d been living, they asked me why? But, there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it’s 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 I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing to North. No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as 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 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 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.