|Unknown by Jim Chevallier|
Jasmine's what I smell when I feel sad. It doesn't matter where - at the mall, in the locker room, or on the way home from school. What's around me might be gas fumes, sweat, and cigarettes, but suddenly through it all I'll smell this sweet delicate scent, the slight, but sure hint of a white flower. A flower I've hardly ever seen, or smelled for that matter. And never at those moments. Never when I'm down. But right along with the sting of whatever caused the pain - a teacher snapping at me, a friend not saying 'hi', my boyfriend looking at another girl - wherever it comes from, being put down, being ignored, or just being, sometimes, just thinking everything and everyone is just awful, and I want to be left alone - it can cut at me, it can suffocate me, it can make me feel like there's no light at all - and yet, while it's rushing through me, this hurt, this failure, this hopelessness that just takes me over at times - I'll smell it, I'll smell the jasmine, secret and shy, and in the middle of all these moments when I feel like I'm nothing at all, when I feel like I'm slipping and about to go under. There's a sweetness, a kindness, a soft white flower that whispers my name, that whispers to me and won't let me go.