This place is paradise I'm sure
here's my reservation
I've gotten lost here once before
inside a good vibration.

My name is Lauren. I was born with my heart in Manhattan. I love shoes and funny people. I think too much.

So I write.

19th October 2010

Photo reblogged from broken but still alive

Locate the spaces in every branch For the sake of the sun Later flashlights make sparks in the dark And we’ll trace them The green glow of lightning bugs in the night Start the sky bending sidelong The hardest part is trying to hold on I do believe that our hearts are received *Beyond* the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness Lately I can’t recognize what’s right from what is wrong. The summer is spinning out of control til we’re only ourselves Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun The hardest part is shoulders that move on. Lately I don’t know what I could want from anyone

Locate the spaces in every branch
For the sake of the sun
Later flashlights make sparks in the dark
And we’ll trace them

The green glow of lightning bugs in the night
Start the sky bending sidelong
The hardest part is trying to hold on

I do believe that our hearts are received
*Beyond* the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness
Lately I can’t recognize what’s right from what is wrong.

The summer is spinning out of control til we’re only ourselves
Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it
I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun

The hardest part is shoulders that move on.
Lately I don’t know what I could want from anyone

Source: dellbby