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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.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

uhhmm like sayin somezin ishtupid lyke ...


Frio was playing on my way home.  It's been a while since I last heard of it.  So i tried to put my thoughts together and write a piece.  It turned out to be too sad.  But that Frio song was a sad song so uhhmm couldn't help.  But I don't want that tonight.  I left so many places already (special places).  Left so many people behind (special people).  so I'd rather not ... not tonight.

Instead, this gypsy is putting up a new profile pic.  A portion of a whole.  :-)  He's too screamin' cute ... too cute but couldn't post the significant half of it.  

That was high school.  He was absent the entire time of my high school life (... and college ... and MBA ... and adult ... blah blah blah ... and may be twilight years even.).. 

We looked good together ... but only in stolen and cropped, separate, faded pictures.




credits:  thanks to my Thief ;-)

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