/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: natkacprzak https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png ���I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., 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 lightning, but you hear the echoes.��� ��� Anna Peters