„You do have an issue with people leaving“, my witch giggles into our hot chocolate as we watch the first snow cover the fields once more.
Is this really all there is
at the end
of the light
at least we burned
at least this once?
And if this is really all
where does pain
and where those
tears come from
that shadow what we‘ve just had?
As long as there is blood
in this veins
and there‘s breath
in this lungs
I will ask for one more time!
For there‘s still hope after all
which crumbles
and also
shivers, but never dies
until the very end.
„At least we burned“, I whisper and drown my yearning in hot chocolate,still wondering how I am supposed to just believe in things to come back before they actually have proven to appear at my frozen horizon.
Sometimes, it still shocks me how cruel the world could be for having good things blossom and still throwing an abyss before them, forcing skin to harden.
But then again, jumping across is fun, if you survive long enough.
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 