There is a new day to begin,
There is a stranger to become familiar.
But there is no voice to be found down this throat.
There is a space which had once been filled with something, and now seems to be shrinking.
Maybe it was lost,
flew out while screaming too loud,
and is now wandering the night as an echo of shadows.
If unheard for too long, some things become silenced, and turn into dreams haunting those still waiting to fade away.
This is what witching dreams are for.
For picturing those things
for finding words and giving space
to what was suffered.
For providing a voice
and tickling the skin
and causing the right chemicals through all of the body
to make certain things be felt once more.
Just for a moment,
as if nobody had ever been lost,
although it was.
A second,
as if horror were not true,
although it will always be,
once you open your eyes.
A witch with no regrets
This night feels cozy.Midnight has passed.No sleep, but another cup of tea in vanilla scented candlelight.“Are you saying you have no regrets?”, my witch giggles. When I was younger, I was often warned that I would regret the things that I did. I remember being 10 years old and finally telling my family that I…
Heavy rain and zombie fire – A small town of resilience part 2
This is a hopeful post, although it might not look like it at first. Recently, the region I am living in is experiencing a historical wildfire, and it was getting terrifyingly close to the city that gave me a lot of inspiration to write my witching novel. The town is called Monschau, and who is…
What the stars can do to us
“Are you really lucky enough to miss out on a few shooting stars?”, my witch asks as I try to fall asleep. Well, who of us ever is? We had seen 6 very bright shooting stars, but I was getting cold and tired. Can I afford to sleep during the peak of the perseids? I…
Mistress witch writes 