HISTORY | India
2.5.20
you taste like saffron and burgundy
painted caramel and texture
a tightrope for wind to lean on
smells of rose water smog
northen star when youre lost and directionless
each street unlocking a new savor of bravery
sweetened of awed-melancholy
this way, the universe sat waiting to become,
quietly, in the ether of space and time
fear is a gift – don’t be scared to see what it teaches you