Something I wrote on October 15, 2009

Pretend for just a moment,

that I exist through the tall labyrinth.

That the trees aren't blinding your vision.

For I was there.















If I'm living five years from now, remember my writings. About you, the world, and vision. If I'm living thirteen years from now, remember my heart. The beat matching with the notes. If I'm living seventeen years from now, remember my anger. For not being able to control it, but knowing my flaws. If I'm living twenty four years from now, remember my desire. The painting of the sunrise in the late fall. If I'm living thirty two years from now, remember my smile. For me being able to fake it when needed. If I'm living forty six years from now, remember my honesty. For being so hard to maintain but that I eventually did it. And if I die sooner than those five years, remember me by my name. That being the one thing I can claim and call my own.

Love Always, Lauren





I wish I had someone to write to..