The Death of Me

To the Optimist,

I have 47 more days of me. Just me, on my own, independent Lauren.
The Lauren you all “know”
The Lauren I was my whole life
One who travels, one with courage, one without another, one who is driven, and well-planned, one who achieved everything she could have ever dreamed alone.
She dies in 47 days.

I am not scared, and I dont regret anything. I’ve done everything imaginable.
There is only one thing left to do, on day 48.
Become the Lauren with another. Let her flow outpouring with her kindred purpose.
You’ve done it an your own, for far too long.
Its time for your next Chapter.

People are drawn to you, each one more and more like a common thread. Each one with kinder and kinder hearts.
You feel them getting closer and closer, to the unique unconventional love that you deserve.
You fight and fought and did this all on your own, but its time to let go, you don’t have to wander this world alone.
Aug 11 2019 is the death of me. And the day I’ve gone through all of this for.

Love from Somewhere that isnt really home anymore
Lauren Gavrailoff, T.W.O.