I tried to find home
by looking within and...

The ghosts of my thoughts and the shades
of the day tell me destiny is a lady...

She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the...

Autumn has taken my lungs
I breathe cities and buildings...

Como tus labios, pruebo la diferencia
entre una orquesta del mar y una tierra...

I am an ebon starling, I have yet to grow
to mother's size, yet streaks of an...

Hope is a bird that dies outside
my window every morning...

Walking in, shoulders hunched,
head facing the ground...

I want to poetize the grim faces
I've been pressed upon...

Bankrupt are my lips,
from considering you to be...

I used to think of the night as an escape to the...
We concocted our own thriller...

Touring the city
at a quarter to eleven...