I keep writing and writing as if tomorrow will never come.
I keep writing but the true story has just begun.
I keep writing but my sheets are blank,
My body, the canvass of its own words.
Vulnerable
I keep writing and writing as if tomorrow will never come.
I keep writing but the true story has just begun.
I keep writing but my sheets are blank,
My body, the canvass of its own words.
Erica L. Varela 