Good Things Happen To Those Who Hustle.

Your Eyes Make Me Shy

We Write To Taste Life Twice, In The Moment, And In Retrospection.

We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We ... Believe Me Naïve Or Innocent, Who Has The Courage To Treat Me Like A Woman.

I Wanted To Remember In Order To Be Able To Return.

My Mission, Should I Choose To Accept It, Is To Find Peace With Exactly Who And What I Am. To Take Pride In My Thoughts, My Appearance, My Talents, My Flaws And To Stop This Incessant Worrying That I Can’t Be Loved As I Am.