Rewriting The Stars

Smell of smoke mixed with lavender- Tears marked her face, but a smile graced her lips. Messy hair and a formal dress to class. Nothing ever made sense about this girl, but that's what people loved about her. The unpredictability- the chaos. Until she revealed how unstable her mind was, then they all ran.                    -mind and appearance matched...   how shocking...

I sit on the roof of this apartment - where I am not allowed, losing myself in the ethereal stars. The smoke from the cigarette dangling from my lips, making shapes as it rises towards the heavens. How I wish you were here with me to form poetry from the stars and stories in the smoke. The perfect scene- how picturesque. However, quite lonely when I sit here reminded of how you would enjoy this aesthetic perch, snapping memories with your camera and scribbling in your notebook as much as I. Your poetic thoughts - my inspiration as they always have been. We must visit soon.