My Favourite Place is with my family.
Or so I thought.
With him, a new favourite place has begun to evolve.
This one is different, but the same feelings dwell here;
He is a fully furnished house
Fitted with everything I didn’t know I needed to flourish for the rest of my life.
Everyday I discover something new in a different corner of a different room.
Everyday I’m snuggled under the unknown but the safe.
Everyday I’m reminded how blessed I am.
I’m home.
Don’t you dare close your eyes!


All I Never Had


There was a time that I thought that all I had was all I needed.

And it’s funny, because I never had.

I just told myself that I WILL have, and I kept the hope burning in my heart.

But Time.

And now I can see how I was denying myself of whole happiness and love, because I thought that all I had was all I needed.

He’s a key.

I‘m a lock.

We fit together, but we don’t work.

Don’t yu dare close your eyes!



slash. burn. grow

Halves and quarters.

Maybes and guesses.

I’m learning to stop holding on to the things that I don’t deserve.

But I’ve been tangled in this barbed wire for far too long.

My form will forever be changed, for I’ll have to say goodbye to pieces of me.

Yet, removing it will save my life.

So I erect another tombstone; ‘In Memoriam…’ and begin again.

Hi, I’m Lindsay and it’s all or nothing.

Don’t you dare close your eyes!


Stop. Drop. Roll.

Straight or curly?

Glasses or contacts?

Long or short?

6 or 7?

Now or later?

There’s always a decision to be made.

‘I think…’
‘I suggest…’
‘You should…’

The Unknown taps his watch
Tick tock
This is the Wall Street of L.J and opinions, like stock, are coming from all directions.

Eyes closed. Breaths even.

There’s a hush.

I close the door of my soul and enjoy the warmth of silence.
I stroll with Ambiguity and start over.

‘I want…’

Live or die?

Don’t you dare close your eyes!

Chapter & Verse

Have you realised how we (humans) love to take ourselves too seriously? 

I am currently sitting in a bus, which is taking it’s cool time, and I saw a group of teens on their way to the beach.

I immediately became envious of them, and started thinking of the things I would do if I just had the time… and money… and less obligations. But like what really is important to me? And thus this list was born.

A List Of What Really Matters
– My Salvation
– My purpose(s)
– Photographs 
– Cold 7Ups with lemon juice
– Roamings
– My father’s face when he sees me (or my mum or sis) after we’ve been separated for either 10 mins or a year
– Quesadillas
– Coldplay concerts
– The man I love
– Books
– My sister graduating with her first degree
– Making sure The Transporters are comfy in their old age
– Poetry
– My girl’s broken heart
– The loss of a first tooth
– Music
– Making bread
– Hugs
– Strollings
– Wind blowing through vehicle windows
– The smell of our family house

Now I am by no means saying that this is what is matters to ya’ll. This list is mine. A tangible reminder of the simple things that, at this moment in my life, matter.
Let’s nt get preoccupied with busyness, ourselves and our own dramas.

Feel again.

Don’t you dare close your eyes!

F l a s h B a c k F r i d a y 

There’s a lump in my throat, comprised of yes’ and nos and maybes and I don’t knows, making it almost impossible for me to hear that ‘still, small voice’. I hurt in places that I thought were abandoned; for these feelings belong to another time, a different place, a softer me. I’m helpless as I watch the scaffolding  assemble for the construction of a beautiful quarter-life crisis.

Don’t you dare close your eyes!