Living the Gypsy life isn't as amazing as it may sound. I'm sick of moving, living here, there, back here, over this and that way. I want a home. An occupation, drivers liscense, a family.
I've been reminding myself "You have to lose yourself before you can find yourself."
Been searching far too long. Like a child, playing hide and seek.
My step-brother mentioned he's surprised I haven't ran after any of the many rabbits in our yard, and fallen down a rabbit hole. I sometimes wish I'd catch a glimpse of one wearing a red waistcoat and a watch. So maybe I could escape to Wonderland.
Little did I know, I've been stuck in Wonderland.
I'm a dreamer, and have made some of my most incredible dreams into reality. Running away to the circus would make me happiest. It's what I plan to do. I've gone through step one, with reside of shattered goals fulfilling my mind. Driving myself insane trying to find myself.
I have found myself. Those goals can be accomplished. "Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself."
I happen to have a call for creating things.
One day, you'll see me performing.