To every witching heart there is a someone that it is loving more than it should.
A someone it is opening up to, it is letting see its shadows.
And this someone will ask a lot of it, even more than the witching heart can bare, for all the best reasons.
This someone will constantly remind the shadows of how they came to be.
This someone will be a loving hand around the throat the witching heart lies underneath and once this someone will let go, the witch will breathe in deeper than ever before and this someone will understand as no one ever has.
To every witching heart there is someone who knows its darkness and shares its scars.
Pursuing this someone will cause the next wound to shape the bleeding witching heart.
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 