Dreaming of you

I had a dream. You were next to me. My parents were there, and you were saving me. I generally would be opposed to the idea of being a damsel in distress needing to be saved, but your presence and undying support was what dreams are truly made of. You assured me I was strong, …

the ‘i miss you’ complex

she, who was once starry-eyed, full of curiosity and intrigue, has been granted a loss of innocence. a death of the soul. a void manifests within the hearts deepest depths. it is a black-hole that attracts everything that was once out of reach – and subsequently destroys them along with the hope, dreams, and life …

to be a woman

forever i waited for you. as time passed and as we aged, your memory faded. but every so often when i hear your name; it ignites a flame within. a yearning that is lost between a hello and goodbye. to be in your arms is both quintessentially heaven and my darkest hell. your tenderness singes …

the regret of reality

it truly is a strange universe to live in, which between every breath is a heartbeat of yearning, of desire, and an ever-inching chasm of what truly is. the harsh reality of reality itself. the emptiness of what could never be, but the fullness of hope. perhaps life is inherently paradoxical. – olivia

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