„I’m not sure how I‘m gonna make it, just know that I‘m gonna“, I repeat the words of my witch and I know that I will be telling this myself every two minutes for the next few days.
Those were the words of my witch, when she was wearing a white gown.
Covered in
sweat and dirt
and blood and tears
and his steps
in the hall,
and his words
in her heart
and his hands
on her skin
and her guilt
covering
the darkness
of this
world.
They became my words, when I was sitting next to the blue painting
on the white wall
and there was
a question
to the universe
which no one
ever answers
and his words
were opening up
a scar
which had healed
in silence
but had kept
bleeding.
„Maybe one day, you will not just manically whisper this to yourself, but actually believe me“, my witch giggles into a melancholy summer night.
“Maybe one day”, I agree and stare onto the sky that went from blue to violet in a smooth shade.
“But until then, everyday will be full of questions I want to have answered but never be forced to ask.”
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 