I want to show you
the roses
that grew
in those
raindrops of mine
while you were
gone.
I wanted to show you
oh so many
things just
before we
entered the
afterward.
While I was chasing
and dreaming
and collecting
the seeds for
tomorrow
the night grew
long.
I always wondered
what roses
could grow
and how
raindrops
would feel
if you
could be here
in the
afterward.
Written all those times when I promised myself „one day, but not today“.
“And not tomorrow”, my witch giggles over my shoulder.
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
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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 