Radiance

it is said that the strongest memories flow from our nose, that is, the scent of past loved ones linger with us indefinitely--- certainly there are moments when we’ve walked into a store that bears a scent which we would not have come into contact on our own & from the shelves comes a scent that pulls one back in time, be it a cologne, a perfume, deodorant, lotion, shampoo, or really anything, from a muffin to a sweater fabric & if one closes their eyes, sometimes, whole scenes can be relived, from the distorted retro-vision of our own deluded minds, as if so much of our past was peachy, as if it all really meant something (and of course, who is going to question it?)--- that said, our unquestionable secret inner films that flap against the metal wheel, like some ignored ancient movie projector, they might not hold a candle to the smiles remembered from former lovers laughing in the midst of our own most intimate moments, glints in the eyes & the showing of the dimples, which only a chosen few get to see, whilst we wade through the nothingness, the radiance of our flawed humanity shines through the cracks in the windows of our mind, like headlights from the forest in the pitch black dark.