Photo reel @ Cinnabon
Memories are like the emotion photos you can’t destroy
You can steep it sepia but at the end of the day
Good luck burning that shit.
I suppose some of them are scary
But if your brain loves you enough to file away the spare details of when you were happiest and let them come back when you smell the scent of cinnamon rolls
Or really, any time any of us walks by a Cinnabon and suppresses the urge to go on a frosted rampage for to liberate the rolls
Isn’t it a blessing to have enough love to suppress the cannibal instinct to not trip the person in front of you?
Now that’s what I call mercy, volume timeless, that plays all over every mall all the time and also, at the craft stores (God help us all).
When you don’t have happiness
I like to think a lot of self-control can be built in looking back to happier times and realizing that a can of Cinnabon knock of goodness is still only $3 at Target.
I like to think of how much beauty in this world has been captured and seduced into film strips
It became one with the dark plastic
Jerusalem a reference outta that.
The idea though, is that it’s all very beautiful,
And also, I would like a cinnamon roll,
Because damn it,
Now I’m hungry.