It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd what am I supposed to do with all this residue?
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDFragments of my love will live in you for eternity.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDShe dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd when I don’t utter a word, that is when I feel the most.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe adult heart beats differently.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDWho knew feeling hollow could be so heavy.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDFire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDDon’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDLet’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
OLIVIA CLIFFORD