The Gypsy That Remains

CHAPTER 4: The Times They Are A-Changing
Entry #60: Gypsy That Remains 

Dear readers,
Well, we made it to Wednesday. I'm literally counting down the days and hours until we get out of this month.. hell even this year. Now we also have to put up with the fact that we are going to have an extra hour in this hellish year. NO ONE ASKED FOR THAT. As we sit and wonder why we are being punished with another hour in the day, at least Halloween is in 3 days. This is our first all hallows eve indoors, how that works? I don't know. Regardless of the current situation, I'm proud of myself for doing my best to remain in spirit with the vibe of the season. I truly do love Halloween, and it has been nice to have counter-programming within this shitty year. Regardless of the stress, heartache, and inner hell, the boy who loves to dress up as a warlock who wears all black is still within me. The Gypsy that remains will continue to remain, even during a fucked up mental pandemic. Because let's call it for what it is. In a way, that gives more flavor to the gypsy that remains. Because not all witches and warlocks are squeaky clean like Glenda. We wear black because the inner hell that we go through comes out within what we are feeling, therefore what we wear. Our lives put a spell on us, and hell, 2020, I just want to break free from your spell. I only hope that now we are stepping into November, we can find our way out of this year, and find our way out in the best way possible. As I strut around in my cape and wait for Halloween to come, I'm just grateful we are getting out of this month. I'm just grateful that underneath the hot mess that is my life, the gypsy warlock that I bring out every year, is still somewhere inside of me, come every Halloween. 

Love, Roy 

​What I'm Wearing - Cape: Spirit Halloween, Shirt - H&M, Pants - Express