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.“
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
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 