1 HELL SPLIT IN 2

[alanxalvarez]

How to pronounce a future, without the warmth of tomorrow’s sun.

[alanxalvarez]

Steel forms, quiet dreams.

[alanxalvarez]

The remnants of stars underneath my nails, as I scratch the surface.

[alanxalvarez]

Time is jealous of change.

[anstee]

[alanxalvarez]

Nací para ti.

[alanxalvarez]

Conversations etched in metal.

[alanxalvarez]

Planets line the inside of my mind.

[alanxalvarez]

Cracks in the floor, let the light in.

[alanxalvarez]

My mind can float in any weather.

[blackhoody]

[alanxalvarez]

The silk cracks in oxygen.

[alanxalvarez]

This apartment will one day crumble, but our voices have enriched the soil.

[04k96]

[alanxalvarez]

In the ways you can weep, you’ll seep into my pores.

[389]

by Taysa Jorge

[alanxalvarez]

On a beam of light, I carry your voice.