Have you ever wondered if you truly belong into this world, or if a terrible mistake was made and the universe dropped you off somewhere you never were supposed to be and will not ever make any sense at all?
No? Well, then you are lucky, but this witching tale might still be worth your time.
Yes? Oh, then I suppose you know about attempts to escape and become someone else somewhere else, or at least make yourself believe so for a moment. Maybe you even know about the urge to break apart whatever chains you in this existence, and it has sometimes resulted in empty wine bottles and screaming at night on a field. Yes?
Well, witches are better at this.
Because this is when witches fly.
Witches break the rules, remember?
The very core of their existence threatens this world, because they dream things which are not allowed to be. Witches do not contribute anything useful to the existence keeping them in chains, and some go wild enough to lose their heads into the clouds.
Witches were believed to fly off on all kinds of things, and not just on brooms. A spoon with a long grip, a horse, or even an uprooted tree.
Everything could be ridden into the mountains to escape reality and to not accept to be in pain.
Even though I did not manage to fly away yet, this reminds me to keep my head in the clouds.
And it also makes me think of my old cat, who never gave up on pushing things off the table to one day trick gravity after all.
Unloved tale
OnceWhen someone had herShe was almost lovedBut then this someone thought:”I can’t be allShe’d ever known”And he let her go. And She ranShe ran too fastWhen she ranShe ran too far ThenShe was found againBy another strange manWho loved her recklesslyLove turned to painAnd carved his sinInto her skin And she fledShe fled too fastWhen…
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Tale about the softest secret
This tale is about a girl I once knew. This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly were…