Atlas: Smell

Is this the part where the brain scans show
where memories reside?
some abiguous shape in me suddenly producing light
Triggered like a tripwire
Every time I breathe it in
Isn’t it strange that a lilac tree is what
unlocks where Ive been?
like a time machine rebuilds the past,
our memories return
Like remembering the ashes
before we burn
It is the friction that lights the match
Desperate attempts that make it last
So hold my breathe for as long as I can
Before long, the wind swells in
started a fight I could never win
but I will hold on as long as I can
It finishes against my will
The light goes out, my heart goes still
and just like that, i believe in ghosts.
Time and space are at my back
Performing disappearing acts
Now I can escape the smell of smoke
The research says that the only way
to keep memories intact
Is to lock them away and close the doors
to countless years that past
I guess that explains why the strangest things
can conjure up the past
and forgotten time will find its long way back
As thin as air
As light as snow
Some combination of the unkown
It doesn’t matter, I just know I need more
Cause I feel like I’ve been sleeping through the better part of this
Laying dormant through an endless winter
that doesn’t even exist
It’s gravity in an hourglass
responsible for the avalanche
and the loudest silence that I’ve ever heard
Memory clear as a bell
A story I will try to tell
Maybe this time without words