It always smells like vanilla when it itches...
Sometimes I see the moon sometime I see the starts and astronauts flying around...
Sometimes I see ancient times and old forgotten cities...
Sometimes I see a river... Endless sea and a small boat trying to swim...
Sometimes I see cold darkness and a hand trying to reach me... They live in such a cold world...
Sometimes I see nothing but I feel a warmnth... I feel the joy of awaiting a child...
Sometimes I see blinding light, I hear a song... A tender voice luring me to go...
Sometimes I see myself as a reflection on a mirror... All the possibilities...
It always smells like vanilla when it itches... And tastes like chocolate when I scratch it... The bite mark of life!
