One day I'm in the gutter, the next I'm on a mountain.

Why is it that when I feel the most happiest, I also feel the guiltiest.

Only in the desert have I screamed after being scalded by fabric seats in a car...
And... only in the desert have my own bracelets heated up and burned my arms.

Lone journeying the desolate parts of Mesa and suddenly there they were...Wild and free... The Salt River Horses.