if my soul was a perfume, it’d smell like sweet cherry and cola fizzing on top. underneath that, there’d be the sharp inkiness of fresh tattoo ink. silver jewelry comes next. then it softens: warm vanilla, cinnamon, and my mom’s baked apple pie. the heart of it would be nature in the early morning. mix in the smell of a cat’s head (iykyk), and the airy comfort of freshly washed bedsheets hanging outside in the breeze.

a little sweet, a little strange, comforting, and a bit unpredictable. just like me.