Don’t be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.
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 light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
|Journey Blue:||take me with you|
|Doctor:||no sorry we already have a person with a colour themed name scheduled to be a main character but hey better luck next season|