This soul was leaking out to you …
… but only the rest the world was listening.
I am singing
in your silence
screaming in the
absence of yours
and spiraling
into the hole
you left behind.
There are sounds
here are words
and images
born because
you are gone.
„Writing a novel and setting up a whole new world because we cannot talk to you anymore“, my witch giggled into our bottle of wine. „And it‘s still not good enough.“
Until you smile at us.
We need you to smile at us.
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 