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.
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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 
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