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?
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…
