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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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Freedom

Staircase Journey

When I stood at the bottom of the staircase I felt nervous, where did it lead? What was I getting myself into? I could not see the top but I felt drawn to ascend it anyway When I stepped on... Continue Reading →

Book of the Year

When I opened the new book of the year I was excited I could feel the energy radiating from it with all the potential I was filled with hopes and dreams and ideas I couldn't write them all down fast... Continue Reading →

Open My Heart to Love

When I opened my heart to love I felt my world expand My body felt lighter I wasn't lost in my own mind My mind, usually lost spinning But when I opened my heart to love I saw the blue... Continue Reading →

Naive

Did we know so much then? We thought we did High on our bootstraps and other things Nothing could stop us Not even watching people die They¬†went down to the ground We went up higher Determined not to feel the... Continue Reading →

Finding Home

Home in your heart can travel with you anywhere It isn't defined by four walls With a lock and a key on the door Claiming it as yours Securing your valuables away Home is in your heart In your memories... Continue Reading →

Meeting Destiny

Standing in front of my destiny For so long it felt like deja vu Have I been here before? I seem to recognize you But in that foggy way Where you don't really want to say anything For fear it's... Continue Reading →

Rebirth of Language

I walk alone wandering trying to heal Not understanding the language of the world around me But continuing to try to translate Crumbling Confusion Creates Chaos But I find courage to continue Stronger than before Most times... Even sometimes unwilling... Continue Reading →

The Cabin

I opened the door and felt freedom to my heart. The air outside was cold and crisp which was a stark contrast to the cozy cabin I'd been snuggled up in all day by the crackling fire. As I stood... Continue Reading →

Taking Time

Time runs fine away like grains of sand thru my hand I cannot catch it and control it any better than the waves are able to on the beach The words allude my pen and are the mistress of moments... Continue Reading →

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