Fragrance lingers in the stairwell
I ascend the same path a thousand times
It’s a cold morning
in the empty concrete space
I breathe in the familiar scent
that once filled my heart with pleasure
Pleasure that turned to pain
with its passing beauty
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Fragrance lingers in the stairwell
I ascend the same path a thousand times
It’s a cold morning
in the empty concrete space
I breathe in the familiar scent
that once filled my heart with pleasure
Pleasure that turned to pain
with its passing beauty