„Have you ever wished for all of it to never have happened?“, I ask my witch as we change our scented candles from summer‘s garden flower to autumn‘s cinnamon, and Layla smiles wickedly sad.
Being broken means laying scattered
as pieces ready to be taken
and be put together
for just another attempt.
I threw my heart out
and I forgot the shock of pain
so focused on the light
I forgot the fear the dark.
I trust you
because I‘m leaking
and I know that you are too.
Please leak onto me
leak it all out to me
and please don‘t ever stop.
The darkness must never win.
„You crying gets closer and closer to oil painting style“, my witch giggles.
Because it turns into tales worth remembering?
Let‘s hope so.
Otherwise, getting up over and over again is fucking exhausting for nothing.
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 