Triggered by smell

Im triggered by smell
Cant you tell?
Fond memories
That lunch box smell, summery days in a play ground, carefree timees, innonce compeling us to wish or dream
Soggy biscuits and apples after a day playing, hot and stcky fingers and boy chasing
　
Im triggered by smell
Its hell
Dragged back to past encounters kicking and screaming
Memories that had been concealed, now opended by Pandora, creating armeggadon in my mind
Im triggered to meet my past
And connect with my grief, and after its over and gone I  am  satisfied
a sense of relief

im triggered by smell to write
flowery and light
or dark as night
whatever it produces,  my nose seeks its muses