Free Yourself From This Existence

Replayed

I’d like to, grab this canvas and this brush. Paint the oh so elegant optics embedded in those two curve like sockets. Add a little vividness onto her already permissive skin. Multiple strokes to produce delicate hair particles that reside on the pinnacle of her head. Slowly sweep her succulent lips across the middle of her face with a smile that breaks necks. With cheeks that resemble that of the most saturated clouds with crimson circles. Create a nose no one can simply resist to nuzzle with. And finally top it off with a giant question mark on the center of the canvas while constantly playing back the unfinished memory of an overrated high school night like a broken cassette tape of an old love song.