You‘re not here anymore
and I‘m still saying these things.
I‘m still saying these things
that I did not ever want to say before,
that I did not even joke about.
You‘re gone
and I‘m still saying these things
that I wanted to say to you.
I‘m still saying these things
although you can‘t hear me.
But I‘m still saying these things,
so someone will hear me.
Someone will hear these things
that I‘ve always wanted to say.
„Is that you in hopeful?“, my witch giggled. „Thank god you weren‘t there to hold my hand in 1624 when my second stillborn baby almost took my uterus with it.“
Thanks, Layla.
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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 