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.
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
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 