Smelling in Color
What is a word but a collection of sounds.
Hello sounds.
You convey meaning.
What is meaning?
Emotions? Feelings?
The essence of life itself?
Life, Hope, Love, Passion
*Crying*
The strong emotional sharing of our inner desires.
Overpowering, Overwhelming
Breaking into my inner mind.
Talking over my own thoughts.
Cars, Wind, Neighbors
The tiny breath of my four legged son.
How to list words when I wish we could display in sound.
Better, Stronger, Connection.
Smell.
Smell awakens a part of our consciousness rarely let free.
It's bottled like the very smell itself.
Have you flown?
I fly from every smell that raises to my faculties.
But not every scent.
We crave the smells of our souls.
If the world smelled pretty would wars end?
I hear this argument outside.
All I sense is shame.
More shame, judgmental.
What would that smell like?
Garbage, coal, rank air.
*Pauses to grasp the conscious soul pounding in these words.*
I crave the silence of acres.
Of peace.
Quiet smells like fresh air.
Cool crisp breezes, fresh fruit ripening.
But not flowers.
Those are reserved for something else.
Smells can be anything.
Molded in our minds to be sweet remeberances.