And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDAnd we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDSometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.
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 CLIFFORDQuiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe adult heart beats differently.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDMy thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThere is so much inside of me I feel as if I will be writing forever.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDLet’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDFire and rain; we either drown or we burn.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDIt will never be like the way it always was.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDThe lone wolf inside her howls at the moon; pleading with the night to guide her home.
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 CLIFFORDAnd what am I supposed to do with all this residue?
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI love you so much that it hurts and that’s the problem I love you so much that it hurts.
OLIVIA CLIFFORDI can’t believe it, I’m falling apart. I recognize the way my feelings eat me from inside out.
OLIVIA CLIFFORD