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.
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 