Bitch.. I Miss You..

It has been quite a while since I last saw you.
A long time since I heard you trully laugh.
From the pit of your gut, you laugh as if there was no tomorrow.
You laughed, till morning.. till tears falls from your eyes.
Tears of happines.. Of sillyness.. Of none-sense..

I miss your wicked tongue, how it would lash the truth
Like it were as normal as breathing.. As normal as living..
No holds barred, no qualms. Just the facts. As is.
How the tongue is merely an instrument used and victimized by something bigger
By how your mind can possess your mouth, spouting facts - tact or without..

I miss the intellectual high.. I miss being drunk with simple conversations
How time would fly so fast, and how the nights would simply disappear..
No limits to the mind, body and spirit - not feeling its humane shortcomings..
Its endless, euphorhic, consuming but warm and at home..

I miss the Bitch that is me..
To laugh because I want to, because I ought to, because I can.
To cry because I want to, because I ought to, because I can.
To be intense, over reacting, over bearing, crazy yet alive..
To feel something and everything, all at the same time.
To get crazy insane, because the mind needs to break free
From the routine, from what's average, from what's "here and now"..

I miss the Bitch that is me..
I have to find her.. She is me..

The Bitch in me is never satisfied.
The Bitch in me is never mediocre.
The Bitch in me is never simple.
The Bitch in me is never quiet.
The Bitch in me is never kind.
The Bitch in me is never gone.