Standing by the window, this witch‘s hair was bound back.
Her favourite blue dress was covered with an overcoat.
Swallowing her shape.
When she was breathing, she was asked not to breathe in too deep.
At least not too much.
By those in terror by her passion.
And when she was singing, sometimes they clapped their hands.
Only to ask her to whisper.
And never risk to be heard.
So it‘s no surprise that one fateful night, she would whisper out of that window and into the darkness, heard by am mysterious stranger:
„Ruin me, Baby.
Please, ruin me.“
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…
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