My name is "Autumn Moon" and I have been writing for as long as I can hold a pen in my hand. I write for the joy of it and for the sheer pain of it. When I was young it was all about the poetry, the darker the better. Journals filled with poetry that mostly was misunderstood by both teachers and parents alike. It was my psyche and it was screaming for someone to understand. As I got older, I wrote for the joy of it and found that my writing often made others happy. Either in blog or story form. I still write poetry. Mostly it's still dark. It never keeps to a English Pentameter, I write free form. These day's I keep up with blogs and the occasional Erotic story for either Literotica or a friend. But even then none of this would be possible without finding my voice a few years ago. I use to keep my writing to myself. Sharing it with no one. But then my best friend, my Anam Cara, came back into my life and gave me back the one thing I had lost in the years I kept quiet, to myself, lost in a vanilla life that was destroying me slowly from the outside in. He came back into my life and showed, me, that I can speak my mind in the form of my writing.