“Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I felt compelled to look deeper, searching for something inside her, but her soul was covered and… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
“The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms or models.… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
“If you focus your eyes towards the horizon, everything and everyone walking in front of you becomes a blurry mass. That's what everyone else… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
