Even a code

I smell oranges, it reminds me of engine grease. The idiosyncrasies of smell. Someday I will discover its power unlocking the ability to smell donuts anytime I want. there is something delicious about warm sugar. I think about writing in codes. Codes of cookies and fish, long strung metaphors so confusing nobody really knows what I'm talking about except me. The only problem is code is already code for something else. Maybe I'm in past the safety line already.