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 "Living dead girl"
- 3 years, 1 month, 5 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 "Living dead girl"
- 6 years, 2 months, 19 days ago
Tempt me Resent me Toil and repent me I am the light The truth in the lies Im raising my arms As you tighten the ties So toxic the words Still left unsaid Im breathing out fire Im waking the dead Im melting the ice Watch as it flows Im decayed and reborn So everything grows I will be screaming in silence I will be dancing in dreams For nothings ever ok And never what it seems
S.R RayneDropz "Living dead girl"
- 9 years, 1 month, 13 days ago