Some words will never be heard
although there are still lips to form them
and breath to send them out
into a world that will never give them space.
This is when outside this skin is nothing
and the world inside has died
and while inside this silence rages
this skin still stands in spaces it was granted.
And when this skin is broken and keeps bleeding
this body performs honesty
that those words were not allowed to be.
Like an echo caused by silence.
„I hate it that when something terrible is happening it is my job to still be okay“, I say to my witch. Everyone keeps telling me that I have to accept things the way they are and things are killing me.“
Layla opened up the 314th bottle of wine. „We will keep practicing those witching dreams.“
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 