Dedicated to a craft and a unknown hobby . The attempt to shelter from the draft that is consumed in my body . To assume that everything makes sense or scent . From fragrances to perfumes , to some type of certain doom . My talents loom over me in a vibrant bloom hinting notes of essential fumes . I will write and carry good news . I will write poetry and make perfumes . I will seduce and suggest thoughts and feelings that have been refused . Healing some things that have been abused . Taking refuge into the unamused and turning them into my muse . Making the careless see I have nothing to lose .