Inspired to Write Something...
I am not a dainty person. I am not the soft first light of morning, or a brilliant sunset. I am the twilight hour on a Wednesday night, restless and wishing it was another day of the week. I am the rust collecting around the faucet; the brittle and discolored antique plastic of that childhood toy you just can't bear to let go. My tendons strain from the most mundane activities. I fell from grace with a sick wet smack onto unforgiving pavement and I find myself continually apologizing for eyes that tear up only at inappropriate times and comments made thoughtlessly. I believe that sometimes I'm just not supposed to be around people, sometimes it's better to avoid those awkward encounters completely. I am the indecision of coffee or tea at the counter and with a long impatient line forming behind you; the confused look of thrift shop skirts and high end name brand jackets with shoes that are outdated without being vintage. I believe that if I breathe the air of the ocean in deeply enough, even after I exhale, some of that warm salty smell will linger within my chest. I believe the blue veins under my skin are regrets. They will only grow more apparent in time, turning into rivers under my skin.