MAD
I get mad. I get mad all the fucking time. I get mad with the sunlight on my pillow at 6 AM. It won’t fucking leave me alone. It won’t let me sleep.
Entries by Ornela Zani
Title? What title?!
I read a stupid poetry, by a crazy writer, The hell he ain’t even a writer… But, it clicked…
The one about roses and boxes
The box of roses you gave me for my birthday has suffered a twisted end. I forgot to take the lid off and now all eight of them are covered, consumed by mildew. It hurt a little to see them like that but then it hit me…
The subzero temperatures
She felt cold. Oh, her little feet were so cold, so blue…they were freezing…slowly…She felt a dancing blue flame surrounding her. Such a cold flame, it was ruthless. It caressed her, lied to her. It seemed welcoming and warm and beautiful and untouchable and mysterious and strong and never-ending and…
The one about Coldplay and glasses of water
What is it you exactly feel, when you go numb? How do you describe the feeling of nothingness? Of course I know we’re made of 99.9% empty space but god damn it, I came too close to that perfect 100%…