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.“
A witch with no regrets
This night feels cozy.Midnight has passed.No sleep, but another cup of tea in vanilla scented candlelight.“Are you saying you have no regrets?”, my witch giggles. When I was younger, I was often warned that I would regret the things that I did. I remember being 10 years old and finally telling my family that I…
Heavy rain and zombie fire – A small town of resilience part 2
This is a hopeful post, although it might not look like it at first. Recently, the region I am living in is experiencing a historical wildfire, and it was getting terrifyingly close to the city that gave me a lot of inspiration to write my witching novel. The town is called Monschau, and who is…
What the stars can do to us
“Are you really lucky enough to miss out on a few shooting stars?”, my witch asks as I try to fall asleep. Well, who of us ever is? We had seen 6 very bright shooting stars, but I was getting cold and tired. Can I afford to sleep during the peak of the perseids? I…
Mistress witch writes 