the moon has lost her memory.

her hand twists a paper rose, that smells of dust and old cologne, she is alone with all the old nocturnal smells that cross and cross across her brain.



My name is Katie Parks. I like to observe things and then write about them. I also like to write about things I make up, things I think are funny and almost everything else.

You can see other things I do besides write at the following places:

website- www.kathrineparks.com (in progress)
videos- ww.vimeo.com/katieparks
photos- www.flickr.com/photos/katieparks
twitter- www.twitter.com/katieparks

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