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.“
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
