us and you and I city breathing

"I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning, or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday, two 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 apologise 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."

—unattributed