The Diary of Perfume
I have lost all connection to reality in order to reach the end of the world and surrender myself to the law of the desert.
An unwritten rule, an unspoken code that creates a vision; to look inward.
Nothing exists here, nothing happens.
Sunsets are reflected in my irises, speaking but waiting for darkness to reveal their meaning.
Night is the poetry of darkness, protector of scattered thoughts and conversations with God.