All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well anyway, and they never seemed to understand me very well either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day.
Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning, and wander through the city with your hand in mine.
I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.
I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone.
