Came to Life (Unedited)

I look at your photos and they overwhelm me with emotions and the desire to inhale you like the scent of Diorella. When I left Iran I had a small bottle that belonged to my mother. It was empty and I filled it with water to remind me of life, my country, and the scent of my mother. The country I have never returned to, the mother who died three days from now seven years ago, the perfume which was born on the same year as I came to life is no longer marketed but you, like the scent in that bottle, are intact in my soul.