All I wanted to be
was not wrapped into skin
and flooded in blood
but having a sparkle
all of over me.
All I ever wanted to be
was her
who I have in mind
when your touch
has skin and blood on fire.
All I ever wanted to be
was not screaming instead of breathing
in blood tainted sheets
with the dream of life
choking inside.
Those were the words of my witch when having a body was unfair.
When it was unfair to have developed the need for touch, for love, for a certain taste in your tongue, only to live without it, because the world has gone mad.
„Having a body is unfair without you making love to it“, my witch would have whispered into one of those nights that could have been her last.
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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 