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.
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…
