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?
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 