My girlfriend has anosmia (lacking sense of smell) and I promised to try describing scents so she never feels left out. I was thinking about it and that's how I wrote this short, simple piece. Enjoy!
~ A C O U S T I C S ~ Something more structured today — open to your interpretation! Enjoy!
I sit here wishing you were back And I sit here seeing what I lack
This is an actual issue I thought would fit with the daily challenge. It's a fairly new piece so I would appreciate some feedback!
Humanities conscience is an amphitheatre. It carries the sound of regret from the past to the forefront of mind in the present.
**All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental**
My girlfriend has anosmia (lacking sense of smell) and I promised to try describing scents so she never feels left out. I was thinking about it and that's how I wrote this short, simple piece. Enjoy!
~ A C O U S T I C S ~ Something more structured today — open to your interpretation! Enjoy!
I sit here wishing you were back And I sit here seeing what I lack
This is an actual issue I thought would fit with the daily challenge. It's a fairly new piece so I would appreciate some feedback!
Humanities conscience is an amphitheatre. It carries the sound of regret from the past to the forefront of mind in the present.
**All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental**