Somehow, a sweet scent combats everything. I thought this as I inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of a rich rose cream. A friend of mine is an avid lover of flowers as well…she dries them right before the point that they may start to disintegrate and places the lovely rose heads on beautiful French antique plates…

Petal by petal, I’ve accessed a wealth of memories and hence dreams. Fantasies, as lingering scents dance past me…the floating procession of our brief and incredible  bond. The days pass by and the vibrant insatiable past becomes a faded non-reality. How existence itself needs to be revived constantly, less we disappear. To swing back and…