„Together we can bend the borders of this world,
and break reality apart“,
is what they might have whispered,
when this witch was falling.
It may have been Beli,
who would have you swear
against the cruel hands of
your fathers‘.
There is also Belz,
who collects those souls
that have gone lost
and finds for them
a place to be.
Maybe it was Tanas,
winning every argument,
or Mammon,
who’ll make you burn
for things you never knew
you wanted.
„Together we can rot their souls“,
they might have said,
and a witch was falling,
was falling for them,
for one of them,
her chosen one of them,
and suddenly a pain
was easing
she hadn‘t even known
she had been in.
Haunting Humor of a failed witch
An Iced Latte.A floral dress slipping over the shoulder.“I’m finally at that stage where people congratulate me for keeping my humor”. I tell my witch in horror.“That’s what happens when you survive beyond a certain point”, my witch knows to respond and steals the Iced drink from my hands. Humor has been haunting me.Humor broke…
Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!
The feeling of being stuck was my main motivation to start this blog and summon my witch, so I love to write blog posts about all of the things that I am once again able to do! Ever since the pandemic does not have a grip around my life anymore, I can do things I…
Finding and keeping my voice
I grew up with depression, but it wasn’t mine. Honestly, I think the main reason why I started talking to my witch on this blog was that I never had people around that could give me a bearable perspective of life in this world, so I needed to rip dimensions apart. My mother never got…
Mistress witch writes 