Her heart did not believe in the earth to still be there tomorrow.
So she ran too fast.
She missed her step, and broke her legs.
The aching heart never believed in the air to be enough for more than a night.
So she swallowed it all.
She sighed in too deeply, and coughed out her soul.
The witching heart knew that the sun was going to die.
So she stared at her love.
Forcing eyes open, until they went dry.
Her lover knew darkness, and had survived it
They needed to trust in the earth beneath their feat.
And in the sun to shine.
And in the air to breathe.
“You’re lack of faith is hurting me!”
And so they left to return on day the witch was not able to believe would ever come.
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 