The world is on fire.
The ashes is spreading.
We are coughing the smoke.
…and I want to have coffee with you.
Dead bodies piled up.
Their names never known.
Their faces are shadows.
…and I yearn for a coffee with you.
There is poison in the air.
In your breath.
In my mouth.
… but please have a coffee with me.
Have a coffee with me,
and share joy on these lips,
for a moment of relief
in a dying world.
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 