Lana Del Rey

And i didnt trust you,

I could have said something but i was quiet

because pilots aren’t like poets

they don’t make metaphors between life and the sky.

Dedicated to whomever’s worn, warm afternoon hands come upon these pages—wherever you may find them—and that you may remember that the world is conspiring for you and to act in a manner as such.

The secrets you keep will keep you in deep like father and Amy

and brother

And all of the people you meet on the street will reiterate lies

that she uttered

The grief that came in waves that rolled I navigated through

The fire from my wish as wind to a future trip to Malibu

i measure time by the days i’ve spent away from you

The yin to my yang

the toughness to my unending softness

The sun to my wilting daisy

The earth to the wildflower that doesn’t care where it grows

letting me be who i would have been

if everything had turned out alright

May my eyes always stay level to the horizon

may they never gaze as high as heaven

The whys in this lifetime i’ve found

are inconsequential compared to the magic of the nowness