HEARTMADE 001 : SOFIA

&&. pleated skirts and glossy tints // braided hairs and nylon strings // under the velvet clouds and winter breeze //rolling cassettes; my sofia sings.

with a bible on one hand and a rosary on the other, mother told me that girls are supposed to stay prim and proper, whilst holding handkerchiefs as they shed tears after chanting phrases written in latin gist. churchgirls are meant to kneel before sacred saints and sing the untold holy hymns.

and i thought, perhaps, i was made to be a churchgirl.

i knew it as i say, when my shaky fingers come to reach and touch the beads of the forbidden rosary, silently muffling a prayer of hail mary; asking the angels prim in heavens why boys got me smiling but girls are so immaculate for me? sofia got me trembling, her shiny eyes had me caramel melting, and i'm calling all the sake of saints for she's the only that got me kneeling!

the napalm skies witnessed, the moon stood in its gleam, when she chanted me sacred latins saying, "veni. vidi. amavi. you are my dear." mama told me to be prim and proper but this sofia made me be her wild girl and,

𝐢𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝.