I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDTime passes. But pieces of my heart remain in the moments of the past ignited the colors of my soul.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd with the wind in her hair and defiance in her heart, she puts one foot in front of the other and walks into the unknown.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDQuiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThere is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDFire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDYour essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDDon’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.
OLIVIA CLIFFORD