Do You Ever Wish To Not Exist?
Do you ever wish to not exist?
More Posts from Quillrosetellsstories and Others
Watching old AJR concert is my secret to writing
your warm
kiss
planting on
my lips
waking me
delicately
like the
raindrops
tattering
on the windowpane
-v.o
i love discovering the hidden gems in my city!
The amazing digital art of Anato Finnstark
Remembering the great activist & artist, Valerie Maynard (1937 - 2022)
“No Apartheid Anywhere” (1995)
The Way Smell Evokes Memory
On a hot summer afternoon, after a day of playing in the sun but before retiring to play video games, my mother would always shower. She loved spending time with us on those rare free days when all five of her girls were home, and she wasn’t working one of many jobs she held down simultaneously to provide. Our job was to set the living room up, since she didn’t understand and wasn’t willing to learn how to work the equipment. She would emerge in a puff of steam and a waft of perfume. Unwilling to wear shorts outside, those days she was even willing to don a light summer nightdress. We each peeled off at different times in the night, smart enough and independent enough to dictate our own bedtimes. With a yawn, I’d announce my departure. My mother was never short on hugs, pulling me in and holding me, understanding of the importance of that contact. Rich vanilla and rose and a creamy, heavy shea butter: the last things I’d smell for the night.
When riffling through the cabinet before moving out, I discovered the exact lotion she would use. Her ‘yes’ when I asked to take it was distracted, unaware of the significance. Although, I don’t use it much.
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