Your room smells like it did years and years ago. Of careless times with awful issues. Smells of doubts and wishfulness. Reeks of simple questions and. And.

Like a scavenger hunt;/, I went searching for pieces to put together to survive. For the survival itself or just the thrill of it, I don’t know. For the peace of mind or for the escape from it. I do not know.

But your rooms smells like years and years of searches. Your searches. As it should.

And today, your room smells like it did years and years ago . Almost like home.