Some tables in our school library. We meet and we write texts starting from an idea. It could be a word, an opening sentence, a picture, a sound. We write, fast or slow, and stop with the clock after 20 minutes, keeping pens on the page. At the end of the 20 minutes, the energy has shifted. The bad mood of the day is gone. The results are surprising. Anything can happen during the writing time. Healing, love, odd characters, strange names... writing is healing, for sure! We started from the word "Blue" and we created some texts. This is Oriana's text:
"Blue" - written by Oriana Olariu
And she cries,
Over nothing
Her tears fall like the rain
Storming over the world
Covering the clear blue sky with unwanted emotions
There was nothing I could do to stop her
From cutting her beautiful blue hair off...
And she cries,
Drop with drop
Tear with tear
Her hands shake like a storm.
And she cries,
Again and again
Letting those crybaby tears come all again
And there was nothing I could
To make her blue eyes light up again
All the things they said
Turned her frail heart into an icy-breaking cube
And she cries,
Over nothing
But is it truly over nothing,
Or it is our cold and apathetic hearts unable to comprehend
The words, actions, and demeanors that we show?
And she cries,
Her mask fell off
We judge, we laugh, we mock
We stab people with our words
Over nothing
And there was nothing I could
To stop her from struggling.
There's just no way of winning
When in their eyes
You're nothing but a dumb "blonde".
And she cries,
Over the stupid shit, we do
It's not for nothing
When she broke down on the bathroom's blue floor.
And she drowns
In her own tears
With a pitful expression
That makes her want to cut off.
Everything is blue
Herself, her pills, her jeans
And she cries,
Drowning in a puddle of blue "paint" that fell off.
And we cry,
Over nothing
And there was nothing we could do
To cut the blue strings that restrained us.
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