Something more familiar

The comfort in a familiar smell or sound is better than anything I could possibly describe. Night air or a song long forgotten.
the signs are all wrong discovery. How old is that map you carry? You obviously don't know where your going.
goddamn. Holy sweet goddamn.
the point is I'm a closed book and the combination has been lost somewhere in the vast ocean of cynisim. Cynicism and cryptic art garbage labeled with smoke and mirrors. Like these ones here for example.
there's something to be said for brutal honesty, but I'm not there yet. Try me tomorrow.