I am a phase in your life I am the one who once was I am the one who once will be You existed before me You will exist after me Who am I if not just a passing breeze Who am I if not something you'll cherish for a moment and forget afterwards

I am the aroma that hits you in a French bakery I might be the best goddamn thing you ever smelled, But when were you able to capture an olfactory stimulii past a moment? Yes, there will be more flowers, trees, perfumes, spices and petrichors to fill your lungs with joy But I will be lost. Just a tiny forgotten electrical signal in your neurons. Waiting to fire again. Lost in the sea of signals.