Sometimes a world is beginning.
Sometimes only within thoughts, built of images a soul is vibrating on.
Images, melodies, and scents and tastes which made a soul sing and felt as if they were meant to sustain the night and still be there tomorrow.
Then, there are also moments in which a whole world is falling apart.
A melody becomes silent, images lay scattered, and nothing makes sense anymore, although it once did in such a wonderful way.
The silhouette of what had once been a real person with a beating heart and thoughts and dreams may still be putting up candles scented as old times had been while trying to keep a song on her lips which she by now has trouble remembering. She may cook the same meal as before, although no one is asking for it anymore. She wears the same dress, although no one likes to see it on her anymore.
This person may be doing all of this because there is the slightest chance for things to be back.
For a certain sparkle to give life meaning, again.
For joy to fill her chest, again.
For someone to knock on her door and be back after all.
A part of that person may know that the universe will never be aware of her trying to cook a happy memory over her lonesome fireplace.
But why not give it a try?
„…so, you are aware that E-Mails won‘t turn evil if you only check them 19 times a day?“, the nice man in a blue shirt is asking me and I am blushing.
„Yes.“
But why not give it a try?
Why I am not a nice girl
I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more often…
Intimate tale
I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wanted…
The tale of mental health in a burning world
“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring the…
Mistress witch writes 