I wish I could wear my skin for you
I don‘t know how to wear it on my own.
I don‘t even have a skin
because you never touched it
I wish I had no lungs to breathe
no voice to scream
and I wish I had no heart to feel
no head to dream
and store images, scents and melodies
of older and of better days.
I wish I could wear my skin for you
I don‘t know how to wear it on my own.
„I wish I could wear this skin for you“, I whisper into the corn field having grown high enough to hide August’s blue moon from me and making me yearn for colorful autumn days.
At least my witch won‘t leave me until I can keep my skin intact.
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 