smell is the most potent trigger of memory. the gods` subtle reminders that we seek familiarties when we follow a path. if youve ever been near the sea you will know what calls to me... the connection is strong in this city. now my cup runneth over... my heart begins to overflow... sometimes there is so much beauty in the world that it hurts. we want to take it all in and bottle up our memories in well packed mason jars on a shelf next to our first kiss and the overwhelming feeling of love that comes over you when your father hugs you.
something has made me very strong. why it took so long i really dont know but i feel like i can take on a tidal wave these days. dont lost sight boy.. and if things go lucid dont ever forget that you have a job to do.
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