Gunpowder accord, Ozone

Blood accord, Bandages, Iodine, Burning Flowers, Guaiac Wood, Copaiba Oil, Nagarmotha

Fallen Concrete, Rain, Incense, Sandalwood

Today I remembered destruction. The pain of life often makes me forget the more disgusting pain of having it taken.

Fallen buildings on the news, crying babies, burnt flowers.

Memories lost, tears drowned, coffees never shared…

At least I have iodine on my wounds and crutches left to use, but what about those that don’t?

The next war will decide not what is right, but what is left.