I want to live in a world
in which there is a you
and in which there is a me
and sometimes an us
and not only
when the sun shining
but also in shadows.
I want to live in a world
in which we can meet
and share our cinnamon
and wine at midnight
and in which I could
walk on to you
and also leave again.
I want to live in a world
in which this dream
is not dead yet
and in which the path
is not burned yet
but ready to be taken
by one of us some day.
„I don‘t want to live in this world anymore“, I tell my witch, as if it was something new.
Unloved tale
OnceWhen someone had herShe was almost lovedBut then this someone thought:”I can’t be allShe’d ever known”And he let her go. And She ranShe ran too fastWhen she ranShe ran too far ThenShe was found againBy another strange manWho loved her recklesslyLove turned to painAnd carved his sinInto her skin And she fledShe fled too fastWhen…
Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!
Intrigued. And quite as bit terrified.Those were the exact same words I got as feedback from my friends whom I’d recently handed the first pages of the witching novel to. Seems like I’ve accomplished my task, right? I’m the haunted girl scaring all her friends!No, but really. It felt as if I was understood through…
Tale about the softest secret
This tale is about a girl I once knew. This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly were…
Mistress witch writes 