all these smells i have almost forgotten. it feels good to know them again.



the smell as i stick my head out the kitchen window in the mornings after i wake.

the smell of the hawker centre as i walk past it on my way to the main road bus stop.

the smell of borders as i approach the entrance.

the smell of heeren as i step through the automatic sliding doors.

the smell of warm city streets.

the smell of air-conditioned buses.

the smell of my home as i get back after a day of being out.

the smell of fresh laundry done at home.

the smell of my room everytime i enter.

the smell of my mother cooking in the kitchen.



i'm tired.