She used to be a Gypsy

A child of wind and rain

As soon as she had settled down

She was on the road again

Her hair was long and wild

Her clothes, loose and bright

She was sharp as a saber point

As abstract as a sprite

She ran barefoot across the land

Untamed, without a care

When she danced the whole world spun

And music filled the air

I used to be a Gypsy

A child of sea and sky

Then you found me, and you tamed me

I found freedom in your eyes

Yes, I'm updating my profile properly for the first time in two years. If you must die from shock, please do it quietly.

Well, I'm 17 now and in my final year at high school. Therefore I'll blame my lazy writing/updating habits on the workload, but I'll still keep a weather eye on the horizon for any sharp, pointy objects being thrown my way by irate readers.

I will warn you now that I am nototiously flighty when it comes to obsessions. When I get into something, be it book, movie, tv show or any variation thereof, I really get into it - until something else catches my attention. Thus, a lot of my pieces will probably be one-shots. If by some chance, I do happen to write something with more than one chapter, I do beg for your support, and in return, I'll put as much effort into my writing as humanely possible.

As always, my partner-in-crime-and-literature Desert Thief deserves a shout-out for getting me hooked on in the first place (out of the evilness of her own heart, I might add). You can also blame her for my bad obsession habits, as she's often the one to introduce me to something new and addictive.

Happy reading!

~ Rosyla Gypsy