I summoned my witch with wine and chocolate, but when I was roaming the store once more, I found a green sparkling wine that looked really interesting. I also bought frozen strawberries, because they were part of my favorite cupcake recipe. For that recipe, I did need other things, too, and so I bought eggs, but non of the other ingredients, and still proudly carried home my frozen strawberries, that in fact were raspberries. But that is fine, because the recipe said raspberry cupcakes, I was sure!
Layla was not at home this evening, and so I had to try the green sparkling wine that turned out to be a sweet woodruff flavored sparkle, but not so much of wine, alone. Layla would be upset with me.
Where was she? Why did I go through all the trouble to tear the universe apart to now enjoy this green crime on wine all on my own?
Suddenly, there was a giggling behind me and as I turned around, I found Layla leaning in the doorway.
Her hair was a mess, the glitter make up was smeared all over her cheeks – and she was grinning as bright as I had never seen her grin before. Maybe even too bright. Then someone appeared behind her and I recognized the upstairs neighbor. „With the strong hands“, I remembered Layla saying.
This looked so awkward and I was so drunk and lost.
The boy did not leave without grabbing Layla‘s waist once more (her bare waist – where was her dress?), and kissed her glittery cheek.
As my witch closed the apartment door, she giggled once more. „Getting out of pants was a bit more difficult than I thought“, she admitted with a drunk and heavy tongue, smearing those words into this confusing night.
Did my witch just have sex because losing pants seemed like fun?
Well, if you had never worn modern clothes before …
I shook my head and felt dizzy.
We were both starving in so many different ways.
And Layla‘s giggling turned into something else, and she began to nervously straighten her hair with her shaking hands, and rub her cheeks, until she finally began to cry.
I had finished the green bottle and deeply regretted not to have bought at least one decent thing to eat.
And Layla realized that this had not been one of her demons allowing her to bend the borders of reality, not her mysterious lover with the scary mask, and not even the expected kind of love that she had so early grown out of.
This had just been a desperate attempt to postpone starvation and feel alive, and it had been so intense that just having a body to do this to became painful.
I handed her the last bit of chocolate. „We have all been there, I think.“
It‘s so funny to get rid of pants.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
