Who's She? xoxoLyn

  Who's She? xoxoLyn

"Maybe salvation isn't a moment but a mosaic, a collage of all lines I chose to linger in my life's unraveling. Stitching threads of disdain and yearning. I'm the phrases I've read from the echoes of different authors, and strokes of the pigment in every artwork I've made." Those are the lines of one of the many literary snippets I've made. But, what if I told you there was more? It's me, hi! I'm Lynlhei and this is me.

    I am someone's daughter, someone's friend, someone's girl, but most importantly — I am someone. Beyond the lense of my camera, there is this ardent desire to become resilient yet patient in the things I do. Writing, sketching, learning, and more, these are not mere hobbies; they're fragments of my soul. I know what I like, sunsets, blue, dogs, rain, lilies are all glimpses of a pretentious girl; aka me. I am a sanctuary of fractures, all my edges shrieking for a savior to mistake me for art. 

    The coffee cup placed beside my insomnia smelled like paradise, making space for silent storms. I undermined the climb to success; it's a journey through the endless assignments and long hour lectures. Expecting tumbles, failures; although I believe that these are my stepping stones. Records of setbacks, victories, and everything in between. Time ticks continuously, time stops for no one, therefore we should make the most of everything. 

"A woman's heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him — just to find her." the wise words of Maya Angelou. I abide in that deeply. Why? I am grounded in my own personal beliefs, and for me no one should redefine your perception on who you are unless it's for your own betterment, unless it's someone who has a true understanding on your well being, and as far as I'm concerned, the only one who truly cares is Him. So, at the end of the day, it's just me, my silly life, and Him — and I'm okay with that. 

    I am a silhouette of my past and a still hum of my future. I am determined for success, through parching the needs of a broken spirit. "Made it out alive but I think I lost it." a lyric from the song That's So True by Gracie Abrams, that resemble the person who I've become. If I could leave a message for this blog, it could be: no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.