#Lana_Del_Rey #Hide #An_edited_version_of_Ride I was in the - TopicsExpress



          

#Lana_Del_Rey #Hide #An_edited_version_of_Ride I was in the winter of my life, and the people 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 world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a writer - not a very popular one, I 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 didnt really 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 have been doing, how I have been living, they asked me why - but theres no use in talking to people who have 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 I had a crazy soul with no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean... And if I said I didnt plan for it to turn out this way Id 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 couldnt even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. So dont break me down, Ive been traveling too long, Ive been trying too hard with one pretty song and Ive been out on that open road every night praying that I’d find my people, who had nothing except to make their lives into a work of art. Live fast. Spread joy. Deliver your message. Die young. Believe in the country Egypt used to be. Believe in the person you want to become. Believe in the freedom of the open road. Believe in the kindness of strangers. And when at war with yourself hide, just hide. Get in touch with all of your darkest fantasies. Create a life for yourself where you can experience them. I have. I might be crazy. But I am free.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 10:46:04 +0000

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