It’s been a long time… hope this was worth the wait, if you were waiting at all…
I’ve been here before.
Where ever I am.
I was not alone like I am now.
I remember Eric – the weather –
Smoking and fear,
Life has lost it’s fear.
There used to be uniqueness to the days, a freshness and anticipation,
But lately there is just memories.
Somewhere along the line I began
Some where, I became who I am
And I died..
Is it Winter? Why is it so hot?
Conservation of me,
All of me?
I remember being here before, in this moment,
Sweating in the winter,
My flesh hungry
My soul screaming and my spirit dry.
Is it Winter?
Because I can’t wait for Spring Training, this is the year!
It’s the smell
Something is triggering me.
I think it’s the smell
Something isn’t right. This is too familiar. I know these people.
Pretty sure it’s the smell.
Can I avoid the same mistakes? You call this free will?
Can I evolve into something better? Is evolution always good? Does it always succeed?
It smells odd in here
I like Vonnegut
Days like lavender languidly linger as little leafs floating in the Autumn breeze
carrying the smell of broiled meats and baking pastries
It is the smell
A slaughterhouse, maybe 5
They smell like Chicago
I miss home
I think that’s the smell
I smell Home.