Serafina — a daily chronicle of her wants and whims, her goings and doings, her rights and wrongs, and a place to share her best and worst.
Serafina — a saying used to express the world inside herself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.
“I became the very air; I am full of stars. I am the soaring spaces between the spires of the cathedral, the solemn breath of chimneys, a whispered prayer upon the winter wind. I am the silence, and I am the music, one clear transcendent chord rising towards Heaven. I believed, then, that I would have risen bodily into the sky. We are all monsters and bastards, and we are all beautiful in madness.”
But here is an acceptable lie. Her own people won’t even say her name. She always noticed the loopholes.
Goodbye memories.
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Thursday, 8:29PM.
I bet this is going to be the most painful post ever made (well that I have never posted any sad posts, so here's one).
As you all may have known, this is 2014. An era what we think having electronic devices are such an important need in life. I haven't even thought having a phone is so important... until I lost mine.
The phone keeps most of your memories, what your eyes see. It's nothing much in the phone I'm having or I had, it's just the photos and videos, and maybe more. I capture
everything in every step of the way; when I travel, when I first met my "Internet friend", when I first went to a concert, when I'm with my friends, when I'm with my mother and father celebrating their birthdays and anniversary, when the sun shines with the right lighting, when my cat does something stupid, when I feel pretty, when I'm doing something rebellious, when everything happens.
It's easier being said than to actually sit in my shoes and feel what it's like to lose something important. I know it's just a phone, I can get a new one. It's ridiculous that I'm shedding tears for a device. I know I'm careless, stop telling me all that. I have never felt more complete than having it with me. Now that I lost it, I lost everything. Not even one bit is left for me.
Great, it's raining. Perfect time to feel... sad, empty, to feel
nothing. It's time to say goodbye to my previous memories, I'll keep everything in my head, I'll remember everything, and I'll let go of what's being taken away. I have done so much, yet at the end of the day, I realize I'm pretty much incautious and unlucky all along.
It's time to open a new book.
