You spend a long time
searching and,
At some point, give it up.
The ripping down of
something old
and, something new, sew up.
Should I start writing
once again?
There’s always time for peace.
A hug feels much less
bitter when
It follows sweet release.
I’ll somehow make
this beautiful
Though I don’t understand.
I only know what’s
in my reach:
This coffee in my hand.
the fragrance writer 