A year later.

I remember her so clearly,

The way her hair sashayed in the breeze. The way the same locks smelled, ...felt, ... tasted but only because of those oh-so-common mishaps whilst entangled within passionate love making. Strands of amber entwined with those of the dirt from whence it is found. Her eyes could stun any man, mo matter his race,color,or creed. The pupils of the most vivid night sky with rings of menthol green encasing. I still recall with the utmost triumph the taste of her lips. I'm positive I could not express the sweetness and ginger happiness that radiated of them. She always seemed to abhor her nose. I understand not as her nose seemed to reflect a chibiesque quality that I still hold dear. Her skin, is indescribable in any language that I am fluent in.
I miss her smell
her taste
her warmth
I fucking miss waking up next to her.
I miss her.

One day.

Sorry guys, got arrested earlier tonight and now it's 3:17am and I'm really stoned,depressed, and lonely.