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.
You.
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Monday, 11:12PM.
You scattered all over me; my soul, my heart, my mind.
You beautify me, the pieces you left for me to hold, made me. I am stronger now.
I listen to you, I listen to your plead in every tune.
I miss you.
I was blind, now I build up every empty space for you; from you.
Nothing can replace you, nothing can erase what you've shown me.
You spoke through me, you passed by me, and yet
you left me.
Every lane, every journey, every narrowing path, I seek you.
Maybe, you'll live the journey with me.
But I'm under no control.
Every beat, every step, every clap, flickers you.
Where do I reach you now?
You broke me.
You camouflaged before I get to say goodbye.
I was alone.
For you, I was in total darkness.
To isolate me away,
to get closer to you.
But I see light in you, I pulled myself up.
And then
I let you go.
Slowly, yet painfully, time goes on.
You opened up to me, and you ended it without me.
But I love you anyway. 
