Where you can find me: Discord
I am not a graceful person.
I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset.
I am Tuesday 2 a.m,
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 lighting, but you hear the echoes.

We all wasting time here, don't act like you aren't too
Add me at the risk of your own sanity.