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?
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 
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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