She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.

If your heart is conflicted, teach it to be unrestricted.

Contrary to your beliefs, I am stronger then what you give me credit for, but the real lesson here is the knowledge to know I don't owe you an explanation to anything.

Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.

I said, but I have to go, there are so many places calling my name.

You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.

what once cause catastrophe in my life has now become the catalyst for my direction.

I like life, it's wonderous and chaotic and somewhere in the middle I've created a safe place to do my thing in the world ~ I can't ask for much more & I am already so thankful when everything I got

I have a fear of living a surface kind of life; barely existing, barely touching or tasting anything. That's why you'll always see me giving my all or walking away ~ I'm too full of depth to dance in the middle of anything.