Memories

That smell... that sent... where is it? I need to find it. Running, racing, roaring with the urge to find this sent. What is this? Why is it doing this to me? The memories.. The joy, sadness, disgust I experience with this somehow bitter yet sweet sent. Mother? Brothers? Is that you? I yell, scream, shout Alass, I receive no response. Everything is torn to shreds. Destroyed, removed from my wrecked house. Yet the familiarity of the smell is still lingering. The memories. Rancid images the smell has caused. Clean. Clean! CLEAN! I must remove this smell. The memories. I curl up rocking, hoping, begging For this sent to dissappear But luck seems to run out at some point. It seems mine has run out now..