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.
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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 