F A N T A S M (E)

I am the devoid of meaning...

Desperation follows the immediacy of my whispers. Frailty seeps at the seam of my prayers. Loneliness sleeps at the heel of my tongue. I long, yet i am lost, wandering along the antechambers of (a divine) Eradication's belly.

Photographs by: Henry J. Rivera 

Words by: J. Guillermo Paleo