Time insists on burying me within myself over and over again. Therefore, my insides feel like a cemetery for all I should have conquered.
– Alana Marroquim, Aug. 2019
Time insists on burying me within myself over and over again. Therefore, my insides feel like a cemetery for all I should have conquered.
– Alana Marroquim, Aug. 2019
My laugh has been stuck inside my chest, entertaining myself, for so long, it comes out sounding more like a desperate, long suffered sob.
-Alana Marroquim, Aug. 2019
She painted her soul night time sky black, from the inside out, so that the moon and stars could shine from within, and especially light up the dark corners of her heart.
— Alana Marroquim, Aug. 2019