..and it is a bright burning harvest moon hanging low in the sky, just out of reach but teasing me with how close it seems.
My well of stories has become dry. I am not old enough for this to happen.
I have had a life, but in this well of words, it has evaporated. I haven't even written it yet.
I hope it rains again, I would like to have my stories back.. if only for a minute.
About Me
- K.Fiore
- If you're a narcissist then this isn't as exciting for you as it is for me. If you're an optimist, I might need you to start rubbing up against me. If you're interested in this shit I write, I might just question your taste. I've been on the internet since 1994 writing shit no one wants to read. I'm good at it. Watch out.