all these smells i have almost forgotten. it feels good to know them again.

the smell as i stick my head out the kitchen window in the mornings after i wake.
the smell of the hawker centre as i walk past it on my way to the main road bus stop.
the smell of borders as i approach the entrance.
the smell of heeren as i step through the automatic sliding doors.
the smell of warm city streets.
the smell of air-conditioned buses.
the smell of my home as i get back after a day of being out.
the smell of fresh laundry done at home.
the smell of my room everytime i enter.
the smell of my mother cooking in the kitchen.

i'm tired.