I have synesthesia and I was talking to a friend about the tastes and smells I associate with different people, and they asked what I thought of myself. I told them that my soul tasted like campfire smoke, and smelled like morning rain. And that is how this poem came to be. About the meaning? I find this piece to represent how I may have so many things to do, topics to discuss. Words to put on a page and feelings to pour into work. But I will always be human. I get tired. I always found smoke and rain to be sad smells and flavors, ones representing sorrow and exhaustion but with hope. After a forest is burned, new plants sprout. When a field is flooded, plants and life will return. I am tired, I am human. But I still have hope.