09.09.02 - 1:26 am

my dreads smell like cinnamon. two days ago, on the lawn in front of the small shack known as 'earthlounge,' megan crouched over me and poured warm water over my dreads. the water came from a bucket, and the bucket also had sea salt and lots of essential oils in it. ylang ylang. cinnamon. sandalwood. jasmine. we sat on the lawn in the late afternoon, then, smelling each other.

cinnamon is the only smell left. today i bumped into nathan in full daylight in the parking lot and we enjoyed a wordless dread-smelling exchange. i can't begin to express to you how important it is to me when people are into the same smells as me. it's such a comfort and understanding.

everytime i apply a new smell i regret that chocopa is not around to partake.