Something smells

There's nothing inside me that can write.
Nothing but this smell that wont go away,
this smell that is inside my body.
I'm not sure where it came from,
where it's going.
Why it's still here.
Why it's inside my body.
Is it death, feels like it sometimes.
It's not life, that I know, or maybe.
So what is this smell inside me.
Every which way I turn,
every which person I go to,
I smell the same thing.
It is almost a burning wood chip smell,
burning, but not hot, neutral.
No one I talk to can smell it on me,
its all iI know.
It smells bad,
but good because I'm fond of it now.
When I breath in,
it is different than when I breath out,
it is more intense the feeling I feel.
I don't smell anything else around,
except the insides of myself.
And when it goes I believe i will lose.
And nothing to write.
Or maybe something better.
Something better will come.
But who knows.
I never do.