Hot summer night daydream

Let‘s conquer the heat wave with this castle in winter!

I can‘t wait for the world to cool down, calm down and slow down, and for autumn‘s colours to sooth everyday into a soft and magical atmosphere. I can‘t wait for hot chocolate and cinnamon and pumpkin soup. For rainy days that actually feel refreshing, and for forests to turn golden. For coloerful knit wear, for orange socks to reach out of the bootleg. For wind and early darkness to be enlighted by candle light. I just can‘t wait!

This photograph of „Burg Rode“ in Herzogenrath taken in winter is a reminder that at least for us these days are about to come again.

I‘m not just worried about climate change in the middle of heat waves, but not being able to move for a day long of over 38°C actually makes me more emotional about this. Emotional in my worry about what the future holds and how and if there will be air to breathe. Emotional towards swans dying in the lake near by, and about people who were born in the even more unlucky corners of the world.

But for now, take this winter castle photograph as a jinx to the universe for better days!

Why I am not a nice girl

I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more often…

Intimate tale

I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wanted…

The tale of mental health in a burning world

“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring the…

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About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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