"She can't remember a time when she felt needed. If love was red then she was color blind. I would fly to the moon & back if you'll be... If you'll be my baby."
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I've just created this "story" as a place to share misplaced and misfit works. A place for poems, short stories, scenes, updates, contests, ideas, rants, and other things that would crowd up my profile if they were listed on their own. It's a place for imperfections, words in the raw, and pieces of something bigger. A place for me to share works and ideas and for you to share your thoughts. So I invite you inside, to read and enjoy.
YOU ARE READING
To the Moon and Back
Short StoryAn island of misfit words and works. A mixture of misplaced writings, things that won't fit. A compilation of poems, stories, songs, rants, ideas, notions. So join me, explore the universe, to the moon and back.
