The one about a friend
I dreamt of you last night.
Only it wasn’t you. It was a distorted image. A memory of a memory of a memory…from the last time I remembered your face. Read more
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. Read more
Title? What title?!
I read a stupid poetry, by a crazy writer,
The hell he ain’t even a writer…
But, it clicked… Read more
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%…