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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.
Secrets
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Wednesday, 2:59AM.
I've gathered the spirit to prove you that I am worth a chance, but I was way out of your league.
Does it hurt to pile up all your insecurities, gently addressing yourself to brush off the pain?
Does it hurt to wake up and wipe your tears, just to overhear yourself snivelling when you sleep?
Does your heart ache to the whispers that dainty speaks but is deniably seen?
And,
Does your heart ache when you made yourself reticent to another mortal, attentive not to cause another feud?
It doesn't hurt, does it?
Because,
Every other time I tried to pose my own windfall, you cut me through it.
