I miss your sweetened scent.

At these days besieged with pandemic mutan virus, only your it could regain my mind's interet to external world, but its heading energy immediately is wilting.

I make sure feel your it regain my vigor, but even so tough mutual heavy air could fade away from my mind idea, my idea around missing your flavor spins around my brain, its footprint could be engaved so persistently, you know!

Only your ungettable fragrance perfuming into my nostrils, even through my thick masks, that wall could be easily broken. 

That strength set so recllective scent afloat on my brain, and that makes noise and extraordinary bigger sound at deepened parts of my ears at brain.

Eventually according to chances' reduction of yours reappearing in imaging your aspect, on the contrary your flavor's strengh could make expansion on my mind.

With very tiny little trigger, your scent could be made again in my heart.

My sensitive reproduction of your image is autonomously guided into your fragrance. And its reverbration could become acutely so bigger maximally on my mind.

Your absence could make me fantasy of your reappearance to me anytime I want, then I suddenly have an impluse to make formula.

However, your presence is never idea, nor illusion. 
So, on,y my brain's autnomous reproduction to your scent in repetition makes me know your absence which could make me look for substitute, but that thing could never be gotten forevermore.

That resignation to the future hope makes me head for religious mind,  and necessarily it makes one form of formula or diagram, that tasty emprical idea updated duration could make me a mind password at which I can have some ease for diffusing my irritation caused from no appearance of you in front of my eyes.

But your flavor recollection makes me another joy so out of the blue, in my life, the kind of moment at the trial disillusions me at mind in which your image could be wiped out from my intentional effort to forget you.

Eventually iteratively I anytime conclude my mind to make another formula, only that could emancipate my smothered mind and my mind get myself regained and resume another thinking experiment.

Then, logical thinking necessarily subsonciously needs eros and libido, so unexpectedly, you know.
Its thing is probalby characterized one abandonment as my mind's mechanism in iterpretation to all farewell or partings. And its time only soothes my irritation acutely coming up to my mind, you see.

All these strange circulation in my mind is caused from your absence.

Missing your flavor must tease me forevermore, until I'd die at this reality.

Flavor, what for did you make me, oh my God?!

Apr. 2nd.   2021