„I never told him this“, my witch whispered.
You touched a part of my soul
that had always been hidden.
You found it all by yourself
and I wanted you to keep it.
That part was wounded
very long ago
and I never noticed the pain
until you showed me
that this was no scar
but still bleeding
and I am still leaking.
„I never told him any of this“, Layla whispered into the garden flower scented candle light, and I felt the weight of unsaid words and broken dreams appear between us. „But I think that he knew. In all those small moments when he had just so survived and Dystopia neglected us for a while.“
Two broken girls are smiling tonight.
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…
