Today, she walked by, and I smelled a memory, bittersweet and choking. I smelled another woman, traveling with me to Colorado two months after I asked for her love and was rebuffed. I smell a woman sleeping in the sun with her hair draped over my chest, not listening to me talk to her. I smell another woman, running to me because I'm in between her and her future, and at least I'm not her past.
I smell the few women I've found attractive, but I smell it when someone totally new walks by. Is it that they all shop at the same store? Do they use the same soaps? Perfumes? Shampoos? Do all women just smell the same?
I refuse to believe it. I refuse, because I still want to forget.
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Oh, Robby.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of when Herod's stepdaughter danced for him. Or Delilah or Jezebel or Bathsheba or Sarah or whomever you want all the way back to Eve.
I understand, sort of. But just how well is this working?
How long do you intend this?
Huh? I don't intend most things. But Karize smelled like somebody I liked, once, and it threw me off. So tada I process it.
ReplyDeleteOkay. Sorry?
ReplyDeleteWasn't my blog mostly this BEFORE? Before you knew and were involved in the making of my introspection?
ReplyDeleteNothing has changed. I intend to continue as long as the mood arises.
It was this, yes, but being something for a long time doesn't make it reasonable or even right.
ReplyDeleteHow can I be involved in making your introspection? Anyway, growth?