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Former journalist with a blog and a bad attitude.
I was a half lawyer; I mistook you for a metaphor.
The truth may not be told.
Written by Serafina.
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.
Changes.
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Saturday, 10:03PM.
I saved too much in me, I've become numb with secrets.
You steal my sleep, but we're not at the abut.
I was dead and alive again, and this one's
for you.
Through time we've been this far, chasing dreams and galaxies.
They kept our vow.
I miss the way
you made me fly.
But I've broken all my promises to you.
I've fought it off; I've fought this sour feeling;
I've fought you.
You stayed through it all. I have nothing to lose. I hadn't lost you.
Don't let me drown.
I've been through enough, because
I never stopped loving you.
