Doors.

I want to be a scratch and sniff sticker.

Full of color.

Flavorless.

Scents that entice you to reminisce.

Lose your sense in sense. 

Between blinking, passing panes of glass. 

Pains will ease. 

Etch in me your past. 

And I will grant you access.

Believe.

But before you leave...

Breath. 

Laugh.

Ask and you might see.