My Hidden Days As a Gypsy

Theme Hidden My hidden life as a gypsy started the day I left home, and hitched-hiked across a continent.The long hours readily spent in wondrous times of searching for amazing people from all walks of life and landscapes that looked like paintings.The unfettered youthful desire to see and explore the world. horizon's splayed light will spread like in coming tide night covers the day The enduring pain from the journey was a flame to give strength to the fragile will.Lack of food and nourishment was a constant friend as chilly mornings lifted tired eyelids to hard ground and burned out fires.The naked roads were nothing more than long ribbons that stretched to the skyline until a car would pass with drivers staring out empty windows from mundane lives passing judgement on a lonely traveler in worn clothes and a back pack. And yet it was my freedom that frightened them most, for I was doing what they dreamed of and never had the courage to do. days turn into night life is a distance traveled tomorrow is a thought 2/15/17 Contest Form H theme hidden