Yellow and White
Yellow and white--she was a combination of the two. The exterior seemingly white, but the inside always yellow at core. A single thing, full of sharpness and clarity on one side yet blurry uncertainty on another.; that same single thing, taken as a whole, was nothing short of spectacular. Maybe that's why I fell so hard. The life that was green seemed to fade away and there was nothing except for her. This week, she would turn a year older but her birthday passes without me by her side. Nothing beautiful lasts forever; I write this entry today missing her, wishing she was still around. If her spirit exists in another world, I hope it's happy.