Back then, when the skin of the soul was thin because the skin of the hands burned, when tar was meant to repair not only the wounds of the streets but also the wounds between the fingers.
Back then, when the skin of the soul was thin because glances turned away, because noses wrinkled, because hands withdrew, because tar not only smelled bad, but also looked bad, in the pores and cracks of the hands.
Back then, when the skin of the soul was thin because birch tar unexpectedly reopened the old wounds in the perfume…
I had no idea how healing was possible, how birch tar could be a balm for the wounded soul.
Today, I know it.
Hyde - the dark monster - the healing perfume
Your description really touches me, almost gets under my skin. Just like the scent, as it sounds. Something like that is beautiful, something that heals the soul. Your words almost have that effect too. I'm curious about the fragrance.
How wonderful that healing is possible! And how lovely that our sense of smell can change and new things can always become beautiful! Thank you for your touching text!
And how true: a (meandering) balm for the wounded soul.
I also found it very beautiful. Strong and touching... just like your words.