Did you know that the night has a scent?
It's not even a true smell, not really. It's not something exact, or unique, that you can put your finger on. In fact, it's more of a feeling than anything. The coolness of the night air touching your face. The silence of the world, broken only by crickets. The hint of rain, and the smell of wet. A lighter, cleaner air flowing through your lungs as you breathe. And the solitude of seeming to be the only one awake to take it all in. The freedom, the loneliness, and the overwhelming sense of quiet and peace. The slight smell of tea leaves and green olives. The feeling of love, the feeling of abandonment. Something just like this.
These scents, these feelings, they bring back floods of memories. The late night calls, creeping into the kitchen to grab snacks. The reading of books under covers, watching of TV with the sound down low. Video calls with a best friend. Sneaking outside to watch the sunrise. YouTube and iced tea. Pringles and Gotham. Bleeding in a bathroom. Laughing in a study.
These are the memories that come back to me. These are what I think of, when I take in the night's sent. Some nights I'll just lay and breathe in the memories and the experiences. Sometimes I'll remember the night air, and how it smells. Some nights, I don't.
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Tenebris: The Complete Collection
ПоэзияI struggle. I change. This is the cycle. This is the end. A collection of my own personal poems spanning the last three years, about the life I've lived and the world around me. Contains dark imagery, and mature themes including death and self harm...
