My heart fears your departure.
What if you have already left?
Left int the darkness, when I couldn‘t see?
In those busy hours, when I couldn‘t hear?
What if raindrops covered your steps, never to be found?
My heart feels the distance growing.
Never knowing where exactly you are.
Feeling the waves of an ocean between us.
What if you have left the land of waffles, when I dared to blink?
When my sculls were uncovered?
When my raven was watching?
How can I dare to ever close my eyes when my heart insists that there is so much to miss?
That there may be your departure to witness?
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 
I can certainly feel this. Stay well, friend.☮️
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Thank you! 🙂
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Absolutely. I hope you’re doing well.
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