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.
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Friday, 7:30PM.
I stop by, the skies are dark. I see humans acting like humans, tyres roll like the road doesn't ever end. The wind was strong, the light was dim, as the day turns gloomy, the rain storming by, at this corner shop I am in.
I was peaceful, with shuffles of good music, sips of hot chocolate, for a quick mind getaway. I needed this. I needed time of my own. To ponder on what had happened, what is happening, and what is going to happen. I figured this is how introvert thinkers be happy; by being somewhere
alone.
I loved this feeling, but i hate it at the same time. I love myself, but i can't love myself even more when you aren't here. This narrow spot i am in is perfect for us, perfect for our quiet, little talks, little lullabies, little dreams.
I miss you.
It's ironic how these few posts have been about me missing you; your gaze, your mumbles, your presence. But you are the one who ignite the flame in me, to start loving again. You decorated my heart, and i always feel enough. I can do it on my own, but it's a little forsaken isn't it? Having no one to tag along with. Let me explain myself, I am happy. As delightful as i can be. Sitting around feeling grateful, as some things don't change. You and i still cling onto the same feeling, towards the same person.
Now, why am i here? Wishing to be alone? With no care in the world, maybe i'm learning to see that the world has no turn and time has no beginning, but more than this, there is
nothing. There's nothing like us can mature me, like i already am. There's nothing like us can forgive us, like we already did. There's nothing like affection can make us up together, as how we already promised. I now realize i love to wonder, and be grateful next.
Don't you lose faith, we've come too far to loosen the romance again. But i would come here again and again to think about you, about us, now and then.
