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.
Why I am not a nice girl
I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more often…
Intimate tale
I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wanted…
The tale of mental health in a burning world
“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring the…
Mistress witch writes 