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.
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…
