„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.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
