I'm a writer not cause I write. I'm a writer cause I'm truly myself when I do.
White was all around him. White infinite sky above him, a turbulent sea below him that his eyes couldn’t see. A fog, as dense as the troubles in his mind, embraced the boat as a sea monster catching prey.
By Victor Chavarria3 years ago in Fiction
“Thousand stars on her eyes shine As her face to the sky she raised A stream of tears down her cheeks Maybe rain or maybe not
