Where are we ? And what would you ask of me? you nor i can say, and i cannot repay you with tales of archetypal destiny, for i simply cannot perceive any. walking down a narrow street with smells ever amorous, it greets my senses with a foreboding applause. i see a lonely man wrapped …


Saffron indulges of the sensual mind. I left when hearts would not beat any longer for You or I, I walked till the ash of love resurfaced from ‘neath the ground and left with every step, a forest, unnoticed.