RIDE

Authors note:

This story was inspired by a song called Ride by Lana del Ray. I was thinking of writing this story a long time ago. Please, if you read this story don't steal the ideas! It was quite a challenge for me just to pick up the curage and start writing it. This are my personal ideas! I promise that I wil NOT steal any ideas from anywho. Cause I like to take the fair way. If you'll find somehing in the story that you think that you've already read it in some other story warn me about it and I'll try to change it. Just tell me the name of the story and the chapter so that I'll know that you're not lying. Maybe I had the same idea as someone else. You can warn me about it, but do not threaten that you will report this story cause of stealing ideas. I don't even know if there's a story on wattpad that has the same tittle.

P.S. On the begginig I WILL take some ideas from the video od Ride. I am just saying that so that no one will accuse me of stealing anything. I just needed a prolouge and I thought that this will be the best idea if I'm writing a story that was inspired by this song. Don't judge! Everything else will be completley mine! If I'll borrow any sentence from any video I'll warn you, so that you'll not say that I did anything wrong.

Enjoy your reading:)

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 vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Whole my life 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, not very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like 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 lied you 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 indecisiviness 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 obssesion 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 dazzlez 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.

LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN.

I believe in the country America used to be. I belive 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 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.