theghostlullaby

i think i may have said all i have to say for now.

i think maybe that it's time to take a break.

because if anyone has read this,

you understand me by now.

the gist of my personality has been understood.

it is debatable whether or not this writing has helped me,

or if it was all just for others' eyes to read.

but i have less words that i need to say now.

i have fewer pressing matters.

i've been dealing with the same shit for a while,

& i've run out of words to phrase it.

but i hope if anyone reads this,

they have a good christmas,

or holiday break,

what have you.

just know that i'll keep trying.

and i'll be back when i've found something new to say.

xox,

-lindsey.

life.
a confusing meshed distorted fusion of feelings. thoughts. sound. things. eyes.
its the small divide that is seemingly impossible to cross. the overwhelming sense that you are microscopic. unseen and unheard. a vision of sunrises and the consequence of sunsets. it is not the begining. nor the ending. but what is played out in silence. sound. and sincerity.
its hope. the hope for more time. more love. more things. but hope in itself is all we need.
it feeds our connection to one another, and to things we love not understanding. because then there are grey spaces. grey rules. and grey shaddows to hide our mistakes. life is a moment. a moment where you don't think. where you just do. its the moment you forget the silly lines. the so called social norms. the things that constrict our hearts and tongues. and with that lack of concern…