Touched by beauty and by magic, I realize this painting of mine is not for sale.
As I look through my life, I realize I’m just a passer by and my search for the truth is leading me to different paths, some good and some not so good, and none have shown me the answer.
Where do I look, where do I search, who will I meet and who will I see, who will I trust and who will I love?
Can it be that my journey is coming to an end?
Life. I hate to break it to you, but it is not and it will not, for my Gypsy soul is eternal and I am a child of the universe.
Life. You tried to beat me many times, but I have grown strong, I have grown.
Destroy you tried, hate you sent, lies you made, but you have not designed me… for I am a Gypsy with a free soul..
My existence is an ever changing painting, so colorful, so beautiful, so alluring, you cannot destroy me or my story. Try you may.
Hear me out, for I will only say it once!
My will to live, to create, and to be free is stronger and more powerful than your will to destroy.
My life is a painting and it is not for sale.
I will look over my shoulder only to see a new canvas, everyday, colored with hope, love, good people, great mentors and happy souls.
