Daddy said it‘s fine,
so we‘ll cut off this kin.
It‘s not gonna hurt, right?
It‘s never gonna hurt.
Daddy says it‘s fine,
so we‘ll let them tear our hearts out.
Because they don‘t count, right?
Hearts don‘t count.
„But he said, it‘s fine“, my witch giggled as a response to me throwing my cup of tea at the wall, while putting on her sweet sunday dress
„I still wish to live in a world where our hearts would count“, I admit and realize that her dress would be nice to be buried in.
„Oh, but he‘s so proud of you because you don‘t“, my witch responds.
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 