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.
Head Held High.
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Saturday, 3:29PM.
One day they'll realize they lost a diamond while playing with worthless stones.
To the thought of him she flatters;
But at the same time...
Her mouth stuttered,
Heart's shattered,
Mind's clattered.
It's raining outside.
The window is open.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
All she has is this music and the smell of the rain.
The quiet of the sleeping house,
The softly blowing curtains,
And the book she's reading;
The world she's lost in.
One that is more beautiful than the one she lives in.
Content? She could bask in.
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The feeling is still covered with visard
The lady is scared to aboard,
For she fears the injustice of pain
And the certainty of being left behind again.
The lady thinks she's gormless
When it comes to love,
Where in this zonule
She's just a little bean.
She puts lenity to every drop
With every corners isogonal,
But at the end
The proportion is lame.
Yet she unraveled every bits of uncertainty
Takes a few steps,
She knew what she feels right now
Is something worth to risk.
