I used to think I was some sort of anchor. Holding the ship down between partners. With all the bad atmosphere sinking it and my anchored self doing nothing to help.

Though the weight of me has been built on fire. An anger that's raging and simmering throughout the years. And the more I'm fueled the limit is threatened to overfill.

But when the gasoline has spilled, I wonder the casualties it will cause, and the critical ends from the explosion.

NICHOLAS ALANO CARTAGENA
BASED IN SAN JUAN, PUERTO RICO.
SCENES IN SPANISH, AND ENGLISH.