The winds.

let the wind blow and with it, let me change
carry with you all my sorrows and my grace
the leaves they flutter and the dust rises up from the ground
as it spins in circles
and let me feel liberated again.
I am a new person from this day forth.
there's a warm feeling at my fingertips
as I flex them and test them
You'll always be living in that one part of my head.
as time goes by, and the winds change again.
enveloping me in their essence
and carrying me away
To a new place.
Now, again.

I have so many pageviews. I mean, not so many but quite a few.
WHY DON'T YOU STUPID PEOPLE COMMENT?

Das riecht so gut.

We always find out ways to remember things by, keep little snippets of them for our memory's sweet sake. I wish you could do the same thing to smells though. Is there a way you can package and envelop a trace of a particular smell? So that even after five years, the person's gone, the smell's LONG gone, but you still have it. Smell it, and that characteristic trademark of her's/his pops up in your mind, and gives you the greatest satisfaction ever, for those couple of seconds.
Like right now, I wish I could just preserve the way Tiggy smelt, because goddarnit she smells beautiful. Musty, dusty and.. Just, very cat-like. There's no other way to describe it. Its a warm comfortable smell. Smells like home. I wish I could save the smell, for years down the line.