I live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI live in quiet confusion, in calm chaos, and in gentle waves of passion.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDWho knew feeling hollow could be so heavy.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd when I don’t utter a word, that is when I feel the most.
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 CLIFFORDAnd what am I supposed to do with all this residue?
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI live in spaces between contradictions for I am a paradox with the depth of an ocean.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt will never be like the way it always was.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDLet’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt is beneath pale blue skies, amongst sycamore trees, and afoot dirtied leaves, my heart, and soul finds peace.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDYou are the color amidst the grey.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.
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 CLIFFORDFire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.
OLIVIA CLIFFORD