I am a nomad , gypsy
I am a nomad, gypsy. Never really stayed in one place my entire life. Certainly have not deemed staying in one place for almost 7 years.
It is time to expand. This nomad part of me has been restless and slowly going crazy. The hopes I had when I maintained inside my mind, the need to stay stationary. Ah how do people do it? Remain in one place for entire life?
Oh how I itch to leave and draw back less and less of accumulation. The need to constantly explore.
Not sure why I became a local, somewhat known. Never was like that very much. The sighs that roll inside my aching soul, helps me to know I miss the constant moving.
I don't settle, not clear why I let it happen. Yet now the hope is that Jehovah sees the need to burst free from location and placed inside a new mission.
I don't tire from here. I am just dying within. I let closeness happen. I built relations with people. I have bonds. It is scary.
I miss the scattering of my dreams. The hopes that my feet build in a new location every 3 or 6 months. Truly have lost all sense for staying one place for neatly seven years.
Not that I regret friendships found and lost but I need the solitude to keep maintaining balance in my life. I need my quiet ways to succeed in any way.
Even need the means of travel. Yet have not the freedom to do so, my means of saves monies.
I am a nomad, a gypsy. I long for the travel, the constant pick up and go. Yet I remained here for a time. Only Jehovah knows why.
The thought of love and comfort. Indeed.
Onward I go. Remaining steadfast to wherever Jehovah decides for me to go. I have prayed over other areas and I will wait to see what is right.
Until then I will have to suffice with car rides. A nomad who is stationary. No I declare need to move to new place.
Soon.
No more itch of travel. Soon I will finally settle and learn my permanent position. As for now the realization of me being here has stood the ground.
I learned attachments are so unhealthy. I must break free. Becoming who I am.
Already are the steps taken. Some goodbyes said. Indeed severing is taking place.
Soon I will be out. The gypsy in me will be grateful. Indeed.
It is time to expand. This nomad part of me has been restless and slowly going crazy. The hopes I had when I maintained inside my mind, the need to stay stationary. Ah how do people do it? Remain in one place for entire life?
Oh how I itch to leave and draw back less and less of accumulation. The need to constantly explore.
Not sure why I became a local, somewhat known. Never was like that very much. The sighs that roll inside my aching soul, helps me to know I miss the constant moving.
I don't settle, not clear why I let it happen. Yet now the hope is that Jehovah sees the need to burst free from location and placed inside a new mission.
I don't tire from here. I am just dying within. I let closeness happen. I built relations with people. I have bonds. It is scary.
I miss the scattering of my dreams. The hopes that my feet build in a new location every 3 or 6 months. Truly have lost all sense for staying one place for neatly seven years.
Not that I regret friendships found and lost but I need the solitude to keep maintaining balance in my life. I need my quiet ways to succeed in any way.
Even need the means of travel. Yet have not the freedom to do so, my means of saves monies.
I am a nomad, a gypsy. I long for the travel, the constant pick up and go. Yet I remained here for a time. Only Jehovah knows why.
The thought of love and comfort. Indeed.
Onward I go. Remaining steadfast to wherever Jehovah decides for me to go. I have prayed over other areas and I will wait to see what is right.
Until then I will have to suffice with car rides. A nomad who is stationary. No I declare need to move to new place.
Soon.
No more itch of travel. Soon I will finally settle and learn my permanent position. As for now the realization of me being here has stood the ground.
I learned attachments are so unhealthy. I must break free. Becoming who I am.
Already are the steps taken. Some goodbyes said. Indeed severing is taking place.
Soon I will be out. The gypsy in me will be grateful. Indeed.
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