Solitary thoughts

So what happens when someone part-nomad and part-static in nature is forced into a situation where the only option for them to go on living is to obliterate either of the two parts? I can affirm it is not an easy task. Erasing a part of your being from memory, as if it never really existed, seldom is.

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Sillage

A little upset can go a long way

Star-lights and night skies

Begin sketching themselves

And fences are conjured up

Imprints can defy expiration

To remain or to dissolve;

The mind rambles for options

To undo the damage that an

Untouched fragrance leaves behind

For, a little upset can go a long way

 

*The word sillageĀ has roots in the French language. It isĀ the degree to which a perfume’s fragrance lingers in the air when worn.