Heartbreak. I feel it, every moment. Or almost. Deep-seated, barely bearable, burning inside. Delicious and disgusting. Beautiful and horrendous. It wants to burst out, and it is caged. I soothe it to sleep with art and lists, laundry and music. I soothe it to death with promises I can’t keep, but I hope someone will.
- Vanilla
- Frankincense
- Fresh bread
- Coffee shop
- Classroom
- Artroom (paints or paper)
- Any sweets baking
- Woodchips, sawdust
- Fresh mowed grass
- Earth & dirt after rain
- Forest
- Baby smell
Blankets & Frankincense 