Once I saw you when the sky was pink,
but I want to see you when the sky is golden.
Once I saw you in a storm,
but I want to see you when it‘s raining.
In a world constantly breaking,
I want to keep you,
to give one thing a chance
to survive.
„Whenever I‘m hoping, I can feel someone laughing about me“, I admit to my witch during one of the first autumn storms of the year. „As if everyone knows that I am too naive and patient and forgiving.“
„But you are okay with it“, she responds proudly, remembering how different our conversations had been a year ago.
Yes, I am okay with it. Because if it keeps the idea of the one thing I hope for in this world, it will make it a better one.
Why I am not a nice girl
I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more often…
Intimate tale
I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wanted…
The tale of mental health in a burning world
“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring the…
Mistress witch writes 