If I could tell

you what time meant to me, I wouldn't know how to describe it.
When I'm sitting in class, I hope for it to fly.
But at the end of the day, I take time and think.
I really don't want to grow old.
I really don't.
And most teens are ready to be twenty one.
But I'm not even ready to be sixteen.
And I will in a little more than a week.
I'm not ready for the future even though I've planned it out.
But most plans don't even work out.
Not for you and your friends.
Or for mine and I.
So, if I could tell you what time meant to mean, I would just tell you
I think.
I think of time and what it does to me.

I'm here to tell you

about things I think, places I've been, and journeys I hope for.
I think about the little things. The amount of dots on those brand new rain boots. The amount of people that don't believe in anything. The clouds being my favorite form of art. I've only traveled in steps. I've been to towns, and a few states. But I only get by with what I have. And it's what I have that meets my destination. I hope to write a book not only for you, but for myself. I want to write about realistic things, and not to feed lies about the world. I want you to know that there is good and bad and don't believe in everything someone tells you. No human being knows for sure that we will end in 2012. No animal can tell me my name backwards. Everything is involved in lies with our peers and family. I just want to be that one individual who can finally tell the truth. I can't save you from your tragedies. I can't promise you everything has a happy ending. But, I can tell you of my life. And the changes that I've done as a whole. I'm moving one step at a time. And I'm telling you the things I think, for someone to relate. The places I've been, so you see my distance. And the journeys I hope for, so we both can hope.

Love Always, Lauren