Why is everything I want to be so far away
from what I turn into?
Why does my body and my skin freeze
when I want to keep breathing?
Why is everything so dark and cold
whenever I feel like burning?
Why does my skin bleed
where it misses to be touched?
Why do I need
Ice cream and wine
and Vanilla and candles
and a flower patch in the rain
and strawberries and cream at midnight
to summon a version of me
which survives?
„Why is tricking reality so tough?“, I ask my witch as I swallow another midnight snack which tonight lays tasteless on my tongue.
„Because sometimes reality comes through and reminds you how much it still sucks“, Layla responds and disappears into the garden to find the right tea leaves for this night.
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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 