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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 Past.
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Sunday, 12:37PM.
You're not a bad person for the way you tried to kill your sadness.
Sometimes I miss you in June;
When it's hot
And lightning rips
Thunder roars
Against our bodies.
Sometimes I think of you;
When I drink my tea
As it is cold as snow
And the day isn't half over.
You were right.
We could have.
Destiny was once ours.
