* The Gypsy Girl and the Guiding Spirit* The Gypsy Girl had always seen the Guiding Spirit wait for her on the other side of her dreams. Each night she had felt Him like a devotee feels God. Purely. Platonically. In Peace. With all her heart and mind. She knew that someday somewhere they were destined to meet. Him and Her. Maybe in Life or beyond it. He would complete the missing piece of her existence. Their souls had traveled through centuries. She was not merely who her thoughts said she was. She was a Soul. A Free Spirit. A timeless traveler of History. She had been a caged bird, chained down by reality. And He was always Her polestar. Her guide to a Journey to Discover Life. Like the navigator to a lost ship, He always gave Her directions. The barriers of norms and society had no place for her Love. So she broke free. In Spirit and Dreams. In Hopes and Courage. Away from the Barriers of Reality, He resided in Her inner self. Her heart. Her mind. Her mere being. He once chose His purposes. She chose Him. He was Her Purpose. For eternity. And beyond. #muse
