Egregious souvenir of no more

blue, it's blue, like how the naked eyes of an innocent person perceive the color of the sea blue, like the unreachable sky above—despite covered with heavy clouds, it is everlasting seen as bright blue light. scent, its scent that attracts the vanishing remnants of yesterdays affair Scent, that somehow brought back the draconian avenoir—like how a small piece of cheese lures the rat's naive nose that almost forgot the taste of it. it was never a parallel nor a secant; rather an act with no repercussions once a kerfuffle in thy life that bought innocuous intentions of love— never been given a repechage of a heart. fugacious attachment that was sentenced to oblivion— a scent that act as a mother pulling its child from an occuring stampede blue that turns the brain into a time machine— works to travel back to an unforeseen destination called thy presence.