Have you ever smelled roses
When there weren’t any around
Just because
You remembered what they smelled like
And liked it
But could you describe it
Could you put it into words

Me neither

It’s kinda like when you burp
And carbonated fizz comes out your nose
Only more pleasant
Though both are hard to articulate

Why is it I can tell you of anger
And fear
And hate
And tears
And loneliness
Why is it
Why is it that I can describe to perfection the maggots I saw escaping from a kitten’s diseased rectum
Yet I cannot come close
To finding the words to describe a beautiful sunset

Or the smell of roses

I should’ve been a painter


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