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About Me
- Irma
- 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.
Showing posts with label 3rd monthsary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 3rd monthsary. Show all posts
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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