Veronica DiMarco

My Life.

I write.

I feel.

I love.

I pained.

I heal.

I am silent, I want to be loud.

I open my eyes, my mind and my heart to the focal of my literature.

My sanity is your insanity.

My dreams I visualize as a torment to other people’s feelings.

I am fragile.

I toil the tempest flow.

Eager to know…

Get to know me . . .

Through the literature of my mind.