I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 4am.I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks. I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud. I apologize for my awkward sadness. Sometimes I believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm you don't see the lightning but you hear the echoes.
Nobody cares, including myself RayneDropz
- 5 years, 2 months, 2 days ago
Has lived exactly one year with no internet, cell phone (with service), tv or even a landline out in RR2 with no drivers license. That was an adventure. It is lovely to be back. I hope you all are so happy it hurts. RayneDropz
- 8 years, 3 months, 16 days ago