AddrieWritesThings: I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am a 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 do not belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that did not happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You do not see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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    William Walz: I feel lousy, like a Sunday evening before you have to go back to work. -
    dancerwriter: Your comments about yourself amaze me- such a young person whose self opinion is like a cracked mirror, with vibrations felt in all directions of youor life.Very profound, yet you are a loving mother, with sadness and a touch of rebellion,in your eyes.Am sure in your heart you are the blessing of peace after rain. I feel for you. Lesley.j. -