Words never come out the way one wants them to. Actions never cease to be misinterpreted. Sometimes your thoughts--the things you hold as true, cannot be translated.
I'm just trying to find the right notes, trying to reconcile the words and thoughts that define my existence. But not everything can be explained properly. Like words that don't translate into other languages, my thoughts can't always be interpreted in a simple manner. 
The idea of "undefined lexicality" seems to be a perfect representation of this harsh reality I face daily. And since undefined lexicality is a bit of an oxymoron and doesn't really make sense, it makes perfect sense. Well, to me, at least. So as you're reading, please mind the lexical gap.