Every now and then a smell comes my way,
a whiff from another time blasts my senses
reminding me in a vivid olfactory way,
how some things used to be.
From cigarettes to cotton candy,
road **** to patchouli,
campfires to Acqua de gioia,
fresh summer rain
to nearby lightning,
bacon to honey,
the memories unfold,
telling me I'm a little bit older,
but I'm not losing my mind,
seems my grey-cells are still intact.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Every now and then a smell comes my way,
a whiff from another time blasts my senses
reminding me in a vivid olfactory way,
how some things used to be.
From cigarettes to cotton candy,
road **** to patchouli,
campfires to Acqua de gioia,
fresh summer rain
to nearby lightning,
bacon to honey,
the memories unfold,
telling me I'm a little bit older,
but I'm not losing my mind,
seems my grey-cells are still intact.
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