Lana Del Rey

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.

And I am an orphan

a little seashell that rests upon your native shores

one of many that’s for sure but because of that

I surely must love you closely to the most out of anyone.

For that reason-

Let me love you

don’t mind my desperation

let me hold you not just for vacation but for real and forever

Make it real life, let me be a real wife to you.

Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend.

I adore you

Don’t be put off by my quick-wordedness

I’m generally quite quiet, quite a meditator

actually I’ll do very well down by Paramahansa Yogananda’s

Realization center I’m sure.

I promise you’ll barely even notice me

unless you want to notice me

unless you prefer a rambunctious child

in which case I can turn it on too!

I’m good on the stage as you may know, you may have heard of me?

So either way I’ll fit in just fine

so just love me by doing nothing

except for perhaps by not shaking the county line.

I’m yours if you’ll have me

quietly or loudly

sincerely your daughter

regardless

you’re mine.

your

cool blue steel eyes

The yin to my yang

the toughness to my unending softness

A striking example of masculinity

firm in your verticality

sure in your confrontation against all elements

and duality

The sun to my wilting daisy

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

I’ve never really fallen in love

but whatever this feeling is

i wish everyone could experience it

this place feels like a person

familiar

like someone i’ve stood next to before

but never while i was standing next to you

Thank you

for being here

for bearing witness to my vastness

Through the years I’ve called you in and out of my orbit

You, in your madness

the satellite that’s constellating my World

mimicking the inner chaos that i’ve disowned

a mirror to my past life retribution

a reflection of my sadness

If i’m going to keep on living the way that i’m living

i can’t do it without you.

My feet aren’t on the ground

i need your body to stand on

your name to define me

on top of being a woman

i am scared

and

ethereal

and

there are seven worlds in my eyes

i’m accessing all of them at once

one to draw my words from and my muses

another one i try and harness late at night that lies somewhere

off of the right of Jupiter

Maybe an artist has to function a little bit above themselves

if they really want to transmit some heaven

Singleness of focus is the key to transmission

for an emphasis on developing inner intuition

close your eyes and feel where you hold your attention

if it’s in the back of your eyes walk it down to your heart

center

and make that the new place from which your thoughts enter

clairvoyance comes mostly from this simple function

Oh- and Jim died at 27

so find another frame of reference when you’re referencing

heaven

And did you ever read the lyrics to ‘People Are Strange’?

He made no sense.

Just at the skyline

w precision

laser vision

time was stopping

moving through u.

U dictated

by what moved u

only moving never thinking

Match the sun that’s slowly sinking

at the height of afternoon

In the heat of summer evening

Pathetic I know, but sometimes I still like to park on that street

and have lunch in the car just to feel close to you.

I was once in love with my life here

in that studio apartment with you

little yellow flowers on the tops of trees as our only view

out of the only window- big enough for me to see our future

through.

But it turned out I was the only one who could see it.

Stupid apartment complex. Terrible you. You who i wait for

He laughed, gentler than the pilot but still not realizing

that my failure in the exercise was hitting me at a much

deeper level.