There is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThere is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDTime is slipping away from me. And yet, all I have tried to do is pass time.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDFragments of my love will live in you for eternity.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDMisery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDYour love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.
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 CLIFFORDI can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDDon’t let this dissipate. Don’t let this evaporate into thin air. Don’t let this go.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDShe dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
OLIVIA CLIFFORD