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.
For days I’ve been googling caterers with a broken foot. Sometimes its hard to believe this is the dream job I begged for via 30+ cover letters. Some days I sit in the office and as always think of the future, next summer, and how I want to go travel and be free. I’m not ready to be a real person. Especially when I forget how to save word documents at pivotally important times.
The past few months have been different. When actions take the place of thoughts, when they become realities, and ideas materialize, the words get lost in the motions and are hard to place without that trademark angst.
But I can’t go without writing for too long. I won’t let myself even if maybe I’m not sprouting out the Oscar Wilde thesis’s of last summer. Even if I really don’t know what I’m trying to say. I can’t forget the journey, the marking of my passage. I need it like water, the other element of my life.
But anyway on to other things. There is something I really want to write about, but again, I am at a fear and a loss of concrete sentences. So instead I am going to re-vert back to my roots and try and bust out a good ‘ol melodramatic poem.
Wait Wait Wait
till that moment is right
drink drink drink
that liquid lover
you’ll have me fast, better hold on tight
You chose me to discover
