Love is all my crippled soul will ever need.
Often I wake suddenly from dreams after encountering a familiar scent. The brain can eventually forget voices and cause faces to fade into vague concepts, but it seems that it has an uncanny knack of remembering scents. I can live with my memories of events, even though they tend to fade. Bad memories are better when you can't remember the details. Good memories seem to bring more warmth when you can't recall all the details of what went on. People look back fondly on old relationships because all they can usually recall are vague memories of good events. It's easier to get through the day that way. Waking from dreams with the smell of long lost lovers still lingering in the skull, on the other hand, can drive a stake through the heart. Even the vaguest of phantoms still has the power to prick you and leave you bleeding as long as it can still summon itself in your mind.
