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Who I am

“I’m quirky, silly, blunt, and broken. My days are sometimes too dark, and my nights are sometimes too long. I often trip over my own insecurities. I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired. I use music to speak when words fail me, even though words are as important to me as the air I breathe. I love hard and with all that i have and even with my faults, I am worth loving.”
-Danu Grayson


In between the constant tinging of my phone
and hooted car horns I find my self sometimes in moments of clarity

between fleeting rainfalls and misty beaches
sometimes I catch glimpses of myself

Between wishes for love and soapboxing my glorious independance
Sometimes there's a knock which I answer

Between flirtatious repartee and honest confessions
sometimes a hand is extended.

Between ravernous hunger and steaming towers of food
Sometimes I hunger for you

Between flip flops in my tummy, and stuttering in my speech
sometimes you see me