Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Somewhere Between Lost and Found.

It was bloody hot and we were running on 2 hours of sleep.
Cold nights spent restless.
Sagebrush and black coffee dancing on the cold morning air.
Trippin over red cups that held vino their same color the night before.
Lost in our own giddiness. We were gone ya know. Stepped back generations.
Looking out over hills, standing with our eyes wide somewhere between lost and found.
We would look over at each other and just giggle and grin.
Our cheek bones were sun kissed, and oh the poetic lies we told each other.
Do you remember what I told you about the word always?
I shoved my shivering fingers deeper into denim pockets laughing at how serious you wanted me to be.
I remember pullin my saddle off a sweaty backed horse at the end of the day.
You were laughing at the way I put mascara on as you snugged a jacket over my shoulders.
And we were just in a truck cruisin with Highway to Hell on the radio. 
Everything that ever went wrong crossed my mind and I thought about what it shoulda been.
I was scared, you were distant. We were just telling lies.
I wish you would have had the guts to tell me what makes you bleed.
I know the cold bites early in the morning and I love the layers of sweaters and denim.
I've been scared and fearless, rough and soft.
I've had tears and smiles, and dust like face powder over my nose.
It felt like home tho.

Xoxo, Gussie

Last post of 2015. I hope you are all so damned giddy to start a new year that you can't handle it!


  1. This painted such a gorgeous image, I feel like I have been somewhere similar before. I love the picture!!!