Where are you and why aren‘t you him?
I know it‘s unfair of me
to come you with such a broken heart
but I never asked you to fix it
just to hold it
for a second.
Where are you right now?
I want to go there
to put my thoughts somewhere
they do not fit here
ever.
Where are you and why aren‘t you him?
Do you ever just want to
rip off your skin
to check if your bones
look just like everyone else’s?
Have you ever felt something
that wasn‘t real
but still hurts?
Yes?
Please make love to me,
but don‘ tmind me talking to someone who has already left.
Lately, I am enjoying to just let my thoughts go somehwere or to someone not available anymore and I just let the words come out.
“Feels almost like they were heard, right?”, my witch giggles.
Yes, it actually does.
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…
