I was in the winter of my life and the men I met along the road were my only summer.
At night I fell sleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them.
Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer, who 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 lay 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 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 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 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 have nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore except to make our lives into a work of art.
I had "everything" but yet still inside I felt alone, for reasons unknown to me and then I met him; It was so clear that he was the only one for me,
We both knew right away, he was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew him ,when he walked in every woman's head turned.
Everyone stood up to talk to him.
He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself.
I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him and in that way, I understood him and I loved him.
