Dear Diary,He looked my way today.I thought I would stop breathing.Why..why did I have to choose someone who is unavailable?I know I am paying for all those lustful thoughts I  had in the past.They were in the past.I have...

     I write now a short testament as to why I write and what influences me to lift the pen. I write not only for my adoration for creative writing, but as a form of therapy to help...

    I’ve become a writer to find a truth, buried within me for too long. It’s been screaming deeply within, even sprouting to taste the quenching air it has so longed. Feeding it with my taboo desires, which...