Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Breathe in. Breathe out. Quiet your frantic mind.

The sun is setting later and the morning is getting a little chillier.
I love it.
Nothing is so scary as it seems.
It's going to work out even though it might be hard to see.
And yes, I whisper this to myself every night.
My eyes drift shut and I play everything out it my head.
The perfect endings with mane between my fingers and a middle of nowhere sunset in my eyes.

It's just time, I'm figuring it out.
And I guess sometimes I just crave things that cannot come together.
Then I find myself looking out the window at midnight having an ultimatum.
Fighting my own head.
And that's the worst because there is no escape.
You're stuck with your own toxins and no way to shut them down.
So you let the darkness creep through the cracks and terrify you.

But it's going to work out.
At least that what the gypsies always say.
They smile as they braid daisies in their hair and whisper how time is of the essence and that plans are absurd.
So let wanderlust overtake you and drag your heart with it.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Quiet your frantic mind.

This is just a stage.
A time where I feel a little lost and that's okay.
Because right now I'm like the moon in the daylight.
I'm a little out of place but I'll find where I need to be.

And yes, I whisper this to myself every night until I fall asleep.



Xoxo, Gussie


1 comment:

  1. I'm a little out of place but I'll find where I need to be. Love it@

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