Eyes ripped into this face
giving away darkness.
Something‘s hiding deep inside,
not wanting to be seen,
but still waiting for eyes, for thoughts to be gentle.
You let me look into it,
You let me explore them,
and I wanted to reach out to them,
and put my hands, my lips, my words onto wherever
your soul was leaking out.
Why rush onto you?
Fragile, sweet and precious you?
I can‘t risk to lose you,
so I‘ll wait until tomorrow and inhale the thought of you.
I wanted to show you mine.
My darkness,
my knowing and feeling of these things,
I wanted to feel your eyes,
your thoughts.
But tomorrow never came.
There are these words that never got out, that are still stuck inside. Shrinking the throat into a sore hell, suffocating the remains. There are these words that never were answered, but needed to be.
Wanting you.
Keeping the fear away.
Never worrying about tomorrow.
Tomorrow never came.
There never even was a tomorrow.
Haunting Humor of a failed witch
An Iced Latte.A floral dress slipping over the shoulder.“I’m finally at that stage where people congratulate me for keeping my humor”. I tell my witch in horror.“That’s what happens when you survive beyond a certain point”, my witch knows to respond and steals the Iced drink from my hands. Humor has been haunting me.Humor broke…
Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!
The feeling of being stuck was my main motivation to start this blog and summon my witch, so I love to write blog posts about all of the things that I am once again able to do! Ever since the pandemic does not have a grip around my life anymore, I can do things I…
Finding and keeping my voice
I grew up with depression, but it wasn’t mine. Honestly, I think the main reason why I started talking to my witch on this blog was that I never had people around that could give me a bearable perspective of life in this world, so I needed to rip dimensions apart. My mother never got…
Mistress witch writes 