It smells like construction-
but it’s supposed to smell like the trees fresh and crisp air, like just after a rainstorm, like the first taste of cold crackling ice water at one am when you’re throat is so dry you can barely breathe-
I breathe in the smell of construction.
It smells like a mix of wood flakes and arsenic which makes my stomach sick-
when i feel sick i go to the trees. I lay my head down and rest my eyes and
nature absorbs all of my thoughts and consciousness
and when i wake i no longer have that burning headache.
As i leave i whisper to the trees a soft thank you. They respond only in the form of oxygen and remind me to breathe-
I breathe in the smell of the trees fresh and crisp air like just after a rainstorm-
a cool drop hits my head,
And a cool breeze tickles my nose.
The sun seems to dissolve and dark clouds roll over my head-
A sudden drop.
Then another And another And another
Each one feels like that same first sip
of something you need so badly,
that first taste that lets you finally,