The days sometimes go by slowly, when once again I find myself in solitude…occupational hazard of a gypsy. It can be stifling. Alone in the bell jar of my mind.
I have experienced the warm embrace of strangers, yet my heart remains closed to this place. My feet are blistered from walking, and walking, and walking…the path of a wanderer lost in space and time without reason or agenda.
Mornings are intrusive as the hollow feeling returns, when I stir from neutral sleep. Another day begins.
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