Scents – A Touch Of The Deepest Feelings

Scents all around me. It often happens on Sundays. That thing with scents. It was as if the peace of Sunday had given birth to them and sent them one by one, unmistakably hitting me in the heart. Those strong charged and agitated feelings, that emotional carousel, are easiest to load on the back of scents. He is guilty today, deserving, responsible, he is the one who produces the whole scenographic chaos. It ignited and dissipated the machinery of my heart, soul, brain, put everything in motion, and made a mess. Scents – A Touch Of The Deepest Feelings

Scents – A Touch Of The Deepest Feelings

The Smell Of October

…There is a strange smell of October and smog in the air. I see myself in my parents’ home. We are all here, as we used to be. I’m enjoying myself. Because of the smell of smog. Because of happiness.

Why did someone decide to make ajvar today? It resembles a book of memories, it’s close to the heart, and the pickle making… the smell of it. In my head a whole arsenal of memories of autumn and ajvar experiences. Childhood. Lacking is tearing me up. Because of the ajvar and the smell.

Scents – A Touch Of The Deepest Feelings

The Scent Of Beloved Beings

Her scent is special, unique, lively, strong, protective, mine. I don’t give it to anyone, neither does she. Although she says I came unplanned. Although she pretends to be cold. Happiness. Because of her. Because of the scents.

I imagine his scent. I can almost feel it. He approaches me with a freshly shaven face. “Fattie”, “this is all the beauty I was left with…” Importantly, he leans towards me, expecting a kiss on the cheek. He was our rock. He always smelled good. His scent. Tears. The pain. Never again. I want more…

The first time meeting her. Maternity hospital. I inhaled her with my whole being. We barely survived. I don’t forget her scent. It was healing. It’s not the same anymore. I love it. My tears are flowing. Because of the scent.

His is healing. Long-awaited. From the first meeting the same. Its essence is the same. Soulmates smell the same. We inhale, sniff, and smell every day. The scent of my salvation. Pure love. I’m growing.

Scents – A Touch Of The Deepest Feelings

The Scent Of Spring

It smelled like spring to me. The October sun, and it was warming. Maybe that’s why that spring moment meandered countless trails. Mine and theirs. Most of them will never smell that with me again. They are gone. They are justifiably absent. And I’m almost mad at them. I want them by my side. Because of the scents.

Scents – A Touch Of The Deepest Feelings

Tough Smell

I remember his smell. I don’t feel it anymore. Luckily. Sometimes it hits me, so sour-angry, often at times of exaggeration and celebration. I feel disgust. Resistance. Forgiveness. Because of the scent.

Do broken families have a scent? Because I feel it. Not letting me breathe. It’s choking-like. Tough. Tiring.

Scents – A Touch Of The Deepest Feelings

New Scent

I wonder if there is your scent? What’s it like? What will it bring me? How will some Sunday smell? What shade will you color it with? Will I be happy? Because of the scent…

He decided today to be a conductor and he unmistakably conducted my deepest feelings. So many notes touched me in so many different ways. Sometimes it happens, regardless of the time, place…

Scents – A Touch Of The Deepest Feelings

Such A Day…

Today was such a day. Sunday. Scent day. The whole sea flooded me, bathed me, washed me away. Tide. I’m clean now… Because of the scent.

If you like this text, share it with your friends and (..of course..) pin it for later. ?

Share this…