lyndsay. lyndsay.lyndsay.
my contrary love story.
[ryan/lynds, o5/l4/o8]
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my contrary love story.
[ryan/lynds, o5/l4/o8]
I watch my dreams over and over again, in black and white, like an old video recording.
The dreams from last night.
The dreams from four days ago,
6 months ago,
12 years ago.
I eat toast in the mornings, and wonder how many more mornings will be spent eating toast and staring off into enraptured silence, in complete loneliness.
I wonder how many mornings it will be until I am feeding my own children toast.
4 minutes ago, I was in kindergarten, following fairies around the classroom, with free spirit and wings.
I have 56 seconds until I am sliding down that hill.
42 seconds.
As cream of wheat spills over the side of the bowl slowly revolving in the microwave, I do nothing to stop it. In 2 minutes and 46 seconds, I will have a mess to clean up. I do nothing to stop it.
2 minutes and 46 seconds are spilling over.
24, 989 snowflakes have melted on my tongue in 15 and half years.
I will graduate in 94 seconds, and have my degree in 54 minutes, and then I will marry a boy and we will watch the ocean steal nine minutes of our lives away.
We will watch 24, 989 grains of sand slip through our outstretched fingers.
In 34 seconds, I will be dead.
I do nothing to stop it.
Time is meaningless.
In the next mili-second, you will not even care about this anymore, and nothing will matter.
The dreams from last night.
The dreams from four days ago,
6 months ago,
12 years ago.
I eat toast in the mornings, and wonder how many more mornings will be spent eating toast and staring off into enraptured silence, in complete loneliness.
I wonder how many mornings it will be until I am feeding my own children toast.
4 minutes ago, I was in kindergarten, following fairies around the classroom, with free spirit and wings.
I have 56 seconds until I am sliding down that hill.
42 seconds.
As cream of wheat spills over the side of the bowl slowly revolving in the microwave, I do nothing to stop it. In 2 minutes and 46 seconds, I will have a mess to clean up. I do nothing to stop it.
2 minutes and 46 seconds are spilling over.
24, 989 snowflakes have melted on my tongue in 15 and half years.
I will graduate in 94 seconds, and have my degree in 54 minutes, and then I will marry a boy and we will watch the ocean steal nine minutes of our lives away.
We will watch 24, 989 grains of sand slip through our outstretched fingers.
In 34 seconds, I will be dead.
I do nothing to stop it.
Time is meaningless.
In the next mili-second, you will not even care about this anymore, and nothing will matter.