I am not a graceful person.I am not a sunday mornin or a friday sunset.I am tuesday 2 a.m 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 didn't see the lightning ,but you hear the echoes.

Hey, This is me, A socially awkward girl with a retro soul.
Also, I write sometimes!🌈