Somewhere Inbetween

You ever been so mind f*cked you begin to wonder wether you were meant for something or if it just happened to you? 

Did you fight for this?

Or were you just fighting for bloody knuckles and nothing more?

Trying to get out of my own head.. or in it, not sure which one. 

A look over cold coffee and he asked me “What if I can’t be a gypsy forever?” 

There was something romantic in sleep deprivation and branding season. 

In the horse sweat, sleeping in a bedroll, dancing in green grass half lit from more than the moonlight. 

Something about the gut wrenched anxiety you had hidden under the layers of smile and grit. 

Wanting so bad to have a plan just an idea, anything. 

High on sunshine and sniffling your nose a thousandth time over cuz you just can’t kick the cold. 

I suppose I’m stuck in the wrong state of mind. 

Must’ve taken a wrong turn, fell off the wagon, got lost somewhere and ended up between realms. 

I’ve been changing for a while tho, today I looked back on who I was 2 years ago, wow. 

I’m another person, you wouldn’t even recognize me. 

Thank the Lord. 

So no, I’m not really that broken. 

I’m just telling you the shit. 

You know, the kind that lingers and lurks. 

The real stuff. 

Cause nobody stays the same and you won’t either. 

You’re gonna change, grow up, move on. 

Life’s going to happen to you. 

Let it happen for you.  

XoXo, Gussie