There is a path that I need to take, from time to time.
Maybe, because once I have been walking on it through the most passionate rain in early spring.
Or maybe, because I needed to walk down that particular path to buy ice cream and wine for one of the best nights of my life.
Or, because while walking, there had been so many things to think over and so many answers to be found inside this head.
But I think it is because all of these things came together.
There is a path that I need to take from time to time, because it tells me a tale that I need to remember.
The trees guiding the street, the sunset behind the rooftops, and the fairy lights on one of the balconies on the first floor all tell this tale.
This tale about walking through the rain and wondering about all these feelings suddenly stuck in this chest and yearning to find a place in this world.
This tale about being happily drowning in the rain while having a song on those lips confused about who had been given and kiss who had not.
This tale about buying ice cream and wine and knowing that tonight there would be friends and a place almost called home.
It will always tell a tale about exploring the depths of what it means to be alive and how great it can feel.
I have not been walking down that path since March 6, 2020.
I do not know if or when I will ever walk there for ice cream and wine and knowing that there will be friends.
But that is why I summoned my witch.
A witch with no regrets
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Mistress witch writes 