and I quote...

"I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, 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 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 the light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

This is how I am. I want to be shown a love so real it scares me. To know the person in and out and still be mesmerized every single day. I want Sunday Morning to be the anthem always playing in the background, to have it played on my wedding day, to have it played on my dying day. I want to learn to love myself so I know that I'll always have the person within to count on and reassure me that I'm strong enough to get through even the toughest day.

Perhaps, as ironic as it seems, this may be the most alive I've felt in eons, only because I can feel something. Even though its an ache, I still feel it. Maybe I'm where I need to be - so lost, but feeling free."

I'd love to say I wrote this, but I didn't. I can't even attribute it to the correct author despite a thorough internet search. But it's nice to know someone feels the same...
Jenn