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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, 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, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes 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.

Monday, September 19, 2011

rain on my parade




last time i celebrated it alone. no nothing. not a word.
today could have been our 3rd. could have been another i, me, myself celeb. another round of nothingness, wordless.
but since it's been over now, i got myself spared for being ignored on my own monthsary.

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