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.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
