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.
Haunting Humor of a failed witch
An Iced Latte.A floral dress slipping over the shoulder.“I’m finally at that stage where people congratulate me for keeping my humor”. I tell my witch in horror.“That’s what happens when you survive beyond a certain point”, my witch knows to respond and steals the Iced drink from my hands. Humor has been haunting me.Humor broke…
Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!
The feeling of being stuck was my main motivation to start this blog and summon my witch, so I love to write blog posts about all of the things that I am once again able to do! Ever since the pandemic does not have a grip around my life anymore, I can do things I…
Finding and keeping my voice
I grew up with depression, but it wasn’t mine. Honestly, I think the main reason why I started talking to my witch on this blog was that I never had people around that could give me a bearable perspective of life in this world, so I needed to rip dimensions apart. My mother never got…
Mistress witch writes 
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