-Days of Heaven-


We are temporary carbon stories: small and frail narratives wasted by the curse of a/our rapture. A flock of whispers that bereave in silence the absence of Fate. A constellation of metaphors that come undone at the seams of our mouths and get lost among the trenches of our heart's tempest....

We are the prodigal that sojourn aimlessly in open waters with the hopes of kissing the shore and finding the dissonance of our Faith tucked under the smoke of our lungs' collapse from screaming Your name aloud...

...all the while, our eyes drown and our voices come undone under the shadow of the Invisible's creation.

 Photographs by: Henry J. Rivera

Words by: J Guillermo Paleo

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