Toskovat
I have all these memories of you.
I no longer know my own memories...
I'm trying to teach them back.
I'm trying to understand you.
Past, present & future.
You can lie to anyone – but not to yourself.
Today I remembered the week before Christmas. Sunday 18.12.
Waiting at the train station in Paris, years ago, for a promise made 6 months prior in Vienna.
People around me coming from the fair, flowers gifted, drinks had, sweet moments shared… Sweet nothings.
We had so many plans too. We spoke about so much in such little time.
And still said too little.
You gave me all of you, I gave you all that was left of me.
A toddler is crying on a bench to my right, his hands touching a hot cocoa cup for the first time. I am cold, too.
My hands are cracked, and yours are absent.
I put some sun cream on to remember the better days.
Maybe next year.
Top notes: advocaat, mandarin, mulled wine, narcissus, hyacinth
Heart notes: sacher torte, cassis macaron, plum jam, honey croissant, almond & candied orange panettone, poison
Base notes: pipe tobacco, myrrh, sandalwood, spikenard, fir balsam, ebony wood, hot cocoa steam, milk toffees, hand cream, snow drops
I have all these memories of you.
I no longer know my own memories...
I'm trying to teach them back.
I'm trying to understand you.
Past, present & future.
You can lie to anyone – but not to yourself.