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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.
The Promise
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Saturday, 05:22PM.
It's me.
The one whose nose I used to flick;
The one I used to force to hug me.
But you'll forget all that.
Could I forget about when you scratched my stuff;
or when you messed up my room;
or when you interrupted my work?
Could I forget all that?
If not,
could you...
remember all of that for me?
