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?
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
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 