I feel the curiosity of thoughts
and the sparkling of ideas,
the violet sparkle of something being special.
I can smell old books and coffee
and see a golden sunrise
promising a new day.
I hear voices of people
and feel the rain on my face
while running for a train.
I remember the feeling
of knowing what to expect tomorrow
and also the day after.
I remember a smile tickling my cheeks
and I remember being seen and recognized
and also see and recognize.
I want it back,
but all I can do
is battling the silence.
„I want it back“, I say to my witch.
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 
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