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, not a 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
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.