Olivia is currently a student and is Jersey born and raised. She is familiar with writing, but fairly new to sharing it. Writing is Olivia's outlet to express thoughts, ambitions, and discoveries. Her philosophy is to always continue changing, experimenting, sharing, and learning.
I am maybe a little religious, but only in that byzantine church in Croatia
Fingers locked together,
Not unlike that romantic affiliation,
Pure, they rest with potential energy,
Cool cathedral limestone.
I am finding my finger nails purple
Reflecting that ancient mosaic.
The art on these walls,
Sunken and broken,
Remade, admired again,
Reflect and capture
Little ancient tiles acting on new shoes
And displaced air
And new fingers.
Humid and by the harbor,
The air is one thousand years old,
But it circulates,
And I breath it in and out like any other.
Like the sunset
Captured in a square photograph,
Walking home in worn sneakers
That fit better than anything else, you
Make the world yours,
Each space transformed from minor to
Words and silence dancing
To the strumming of your guitar.
Here, are blue-green mirrors
And careful drawings,
And unrestrained joy, teary-eyed and honest.
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