To see the moon turn bloody the other night, my witch and I took a late walk, and as we came across a part of the forest which I always loved to see in nights enlightened by the moon and feared deeply in the dark nights of its absence, I admitted to her how those dark nights always made me wonder how the world could truly trust the moon to come back soon and not leave us all alone in the darkness. “Well”, my witch had responded with a giggle. “Having the same kind of tea every night makes believing in this a little easier.” And her laughter had echoed through the night. “And besides that, how can we be alive with probably letting go of this?”
In a moonless night
between the trees of the forest
there is a whisper unheard
and a heartbeat unfelt
there on this path
which I must never take
in a moonless night
because waiting for its shine
and for its silver
to cut through the black
reminds me of how bold
and of how pure
I put my trust in you
without having let go yet
and in a moonless night
on that one path between those trees
too deep within my forest
I could dare
to question all my trust
I still have put in you.
How can I be alive with letting go of this?
Haunting Humor of a failed witch
An Iced Latte.A floral dress slipping over the shoulder.“I’m finally at that stage where people congratulate me for keeping my humor”. I tell my witch in horror.“That’s what happens when you survive beyond a certain point”, my witch knows to respond and steals the Iced drink from my hands. Humor has been haunting me.Humor broke…
Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!
The feeling of being stuck was my main motivation to start this blog and summon my witch, so I love to write blog posts about all of the things that I am once again able to do! Ever since the pandemic does not have a grip around my life anymore, I can do things I…
Finding and keeping my voice
I grew up with depression, but it wasn’t mine. Honestly, I think the main reason why I started talking to my witch on this blog was that I never had people around that could give me a bearable perspective of life in this world, so I needed to rip dimensions apart. My mother never got…
Mistress witch writes 