holding the past, savoring the present, & hoping for a future

 the scent of incense fills the room. my head pounds. but it's worth enduring a headache for. i want to bathe in the scent. to have that familiar smell. i want to be remembered by it. for someone to smell it and think of me. i want someone to carry that familiarity with me. i hate it. it makes my head hurt. but it's so comforting at the same time. peaceful. the smoke seeping from the end of the cone wraps around my shoulders. wrapping me in a comforting embrace. i feel safe. surely, someone must be thinking about me. someone. anyone.

- iz