I've always hated roses Maybe because they're So flawless compared to my messed up life Very beautiful compared to my scared skin It's amazing scent compared to my rotten soul But a part of me loves roses Because it has thorns just like me We both hurt unsuspecting people
once when i was a child i sat in a field surrounded by woods
and watched sparks leap from the fire to my clothes
i remember them dancing and stinging skin hot tiny freckle burns dotting my arms
i remember the smoke rising into the sky and curling like a cat caressing the darkness
as it twisted upwards and away away
the wood broke and the scent of elderflower filled me to the brim with heady wild-smoke
and i remember thinking big eyes filled with fire my mouth just open and breathing the heat in
i want to run through that fire
to the other side within .
i have always felt a particular connection to the smell of woodsmoke and elderflower due to frequent encounters with both - particularly together - as a child. so much so that the barest scent of either sends me spiralling into another mind.
there is something in the air. the smell of musk and cedar wood. everywhere where the wind carries me, it is there. this distinctive scent. the scent of security and memories of beautiful days. it is your scent that I've learned to love