„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.
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I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 