The fluorescent sun illuminated the La skyline. The faint aroma of city smog had filled the air, traveling ghostly grabbing each person, in a pleasant way... the lights glistened and shimmered in a bizarre way, everyday felt like christmas.I relaxed in my pent house gazing at the vast horizon ...thoughts swarmed my mind, my album had hit number one every where in Europe even scoring a platinum record. I felt glamorous I felt renewed... Elizabeth grant was dead and Lana del Rey was born .the burden of my addiction, gangster filled past will never come To haunt me..never ever. I am adored by millions but I feel so hallow and alone my sole aches for someone to come into my life anyone really. My heart breathed music .... But gasped for love.
