Sometimes I'm aware of it, sometimes I am not.
Every time I walk into a new room/building/environment I breathe in it's scent.
Every time I hug a person I take them in, through my nose.
Every time my dog comes inside from sitting out in the sun, I sniff him.
Every time someone gets out of the shower, the house smells fresh.
Every time someone smokes, even through many walls, I know.
Every time I see new food or drinks, I ask to smell them, even if I don't want to taste them.
Every time I kiss someone, I inhale their natural fragrance.
Every time someone smells good, I let them know.
I love every memory embedded into every scent. I love how the neurological connections are so strong between smell and memory rather than smell and language. It's purposefully poetic. And that's exactly how I feel right now. I could write a book on every smell I ever encounter and what they remind me of and how they make me feel. I already knew I was very into my senses, due to my lack of hearing, I embrace the senses that are much stronger in my body. Smell, is something a lot of my close friends know how dorky I am about it. But today, I realized especially how much I love the smell of the body. Skin. Hair. Everyone has their own fragrance, as "ordinary" as someone may think it is, I enjoy detecting the smells among people. Well once I've been close enough to wrap myself in their natural perfume. [Perfume, that was an interesting movie by the way. I was inhaling deeply the whole time I was in the theater. Unfortunately the theater was full of old people...not a smell I'm fond of if you must know.] Anyways, taste is the same too, with people. That kind of stuff grows on you. You can't forget the way a person smells and tastes. It's quite magical. Maybe I'm just so attuned to the senses. I don't take that kind of stuff for granted. How could you? That's one of the most amazing things about the body. ...Well I need to stop writing about senses for now otherwise I would never get to work!
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