immersed in a crowd of daily commuters, i was taken back... i was driven to a time of locker chats and passing notes in class... i reminisced about being in high school -- all because i smelt a man doused in ralph lauren polo... that was one of my juvenile lovers' scent... i won't write his name because i feel a strange need to protect him from the blogosphere...
it is said that scent is one of the strongest -- if not THE strongest -- of the five senses... it's true that when you catch a whiff of a familiar aroma, you're kinda taken back to its connection in your life... whether it be a lover (swiss army, davidoff coolwater, givenchy pi and many others come to mind) or a friend (jessica mclintock, victoria's secret angel, britney spears curious -- tee hee...) or a family member (alfred sung, chanel number 5) -- it's a comfort when your nostrils fill with nostalgia... the first real perfume i ever bought myself was sun, moon and stars by karl lagerfeld... apparently, even at a young age, the fashion mags dictated my life...
a woman walked by me the other day, smelling like an art teacher i once had... i was motivated to run home and dig out my pastels and acrylics... makes me wonder what perks people's noses when it comes to me?
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
