I have stolen a smell.

You don't realise you have your own smell do you? You're so used to it you can't even notice it.

Well what happens if your own smell gets replaced? Perhaps you spent the night lying on somebody else bed, and when you get home your hair smells like that person. It's so strange because the smells is so alien yet is kind of nice. It doesn't feel like yours anymore. Where did my smell go? Did I leave it intertwined within your sheets?

You know what, there isn't even a point to this story. I could wax lyrical about taken over identity and you rubbing off on me, and me taking a little piece of you, but I keep getting distracted because my hair smells so freaking good.


It smells like smiling and listening intensively to rock music and warmth and unexpected contact and guitar strings and fear and abrupt car breaking and concentration and happiness.