Gone again. Lost again. Bleeding from my mind is a fabricated pain. Unfit nor fully adequate I fumble through through my mubles. Surviving the here and now while living in the then and ayer. My mind circulates through the various expectations that haunt my past, left unfulfilled like an open wound who has left a burning impression on my heart and mind. When faced with familiar faces I return to familiar places and my demeanor mimics that of the past as if I were a robot. Reality collides with bad habitual rituals and the result is blue days, brighter nights. No amount of drink could bring the extasy that permeated through my veins over the past coupld of days. It was shot, killed and mulled over for good. Small moments of gratification surprise my soul and i notice the peaks of my mouth turn up from being down. Crying and showers, running water, streaming tears help to alleviate some of the emptiness. Laughter. Pain. Hurt. Rage. Unbound fear. Constant bleeding and yearing. Through this window you catch a glimspe of me sitting here in smile. And I can still hope for the best. How far away from me is the beast?
About Me
- Lindsey Joy
- Planting my roots in Dallas, Texas after spending 4.5 years in Los Angeles. I'm a Texan that grew up in New Hampshire and spent some time growing into herself in Spain. I love venturing out to experience live music at local venues, traveling, cooking with local, fresh ingredients, getting absorbed in a good book or podcast, and visiting with friends and family that are now closer than they have ever been.