When you left
so did coffee and jazz music
good books and art
oil paintings and wine.
The world was drowning
in blue and in silence
instead of orange and wit
and rose and a smile.
But time has passed
and I have found coffee
and music and wine
and paintings in raindrops.
Maybe, you will take over my horizon one day.
„I love those days that feel as if you‘re just around the corner“, I whisper into my most colorful coffee mug and my witch and I drink on that.
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 