The hole you ripped inside this soul is one beyond repair.
It‘s one that has been for longer than you think,
and has been leaking now and then,
when the wind was cold
and the windows of houses
were warm and cozy in the distance
too far in the distance.
While ripped open, this soul could recognize what it had always been missing.
And why the skin
which it is wrapped into
has always been hurting
and never been glowing with that sparkle
a gentle touch could provide
and was begged to provide.
In this pain there hides a bitter truth.
It is that this is maybe
and surely never simply
going to ease
because these wounds are real
and deserve to leave a scar
just as lovers share a scar.
„You made sense of me“, the witch whispered to the man already wearing his mask so much feared by the rest of the world.
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 