Morgan. Idaho.
16 years of age
"I am not a graceful person. i am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset.I am a Tuesday 2 am. 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 dont 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 dont see the lightning but you hear the echoes."
16 years of age
"I am not a graceful person. i am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset.I am a Tuesday 2 am. 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 dont 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 dont see the lightning but you hear the echoes."
