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.
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…
