I was in the winter of my life, and the man I met along the road was my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with him. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of him were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I wanted to become a singer, 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 didn’t 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 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 it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.