Can I say something?
I want to say something.
Please, let me say something.
Let me say something in a voice that you like.
With a nice voice.
With a voice to be heard,
without sounding hard.
Listen to my voice as a voice that you like.
Listen to my voice that you like
while I say that I have to say this.
I have to say this without being selfish,
or demanding.
Don‘t let me be selfish,
but let me say this with a voice that you love:
„We are a tale still to happen one day, right?“
My witch hands me a chocolate bar with winter-apple-hazelnut-flavor and says: „The only way for this tale not to happen is everyone involved dying.“
Those chocolate bars had been the favorite ones of my grandmother that died a week ago.
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Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 