Tale about trust

Once the witch walked down this path, she would see love.
“I will see you again”, the witch whispered, carefully eyeing the path.
The path was here yesterday.
The path is here now.
But how to know that is not gonna crack?
How to know that it is not gonna crumble?
Or disappear?
Is walking it down 1000 times enough?
Enough to trust?
Enough to know?
Because the witch has seen those that cracked.
She has seen those that crumbled.
Her eyes saw those that disappeared.
Their view could tell.
Their view remembered.
Remembered the path to her love.
How it had been paved with wild leaves and rain.
How it had tasted like cinnamon and wine!
“Will eating this waffle bring you back?”
Will tasting love again mean following old steps and having these tastes on the tongue again?
“How do I know? Because I need to know!”

I need to know that the sun is going to rise tomorrow, for me to close my eyes tonight.
I need to know the flowers will blossom once more, to survive the shorter days without a breaking heart.

“I need to know that I will see you again, but how do I know?”

“Yes, how do you know without even trusting your own steps?”, my witch giggles into our cup of coffee.

I wish I’d told you all my stories.

I want to tell you all my storiesIt’s not that they would changeIt’s just that I would likeTo see themFormA new expressionOn your face I need to tell you all my storiesI am not sureIf they makeSenseThe way I thoughtThey do. I will tell you all my storiesThey frighten meI’m sure you won’t endureI see…

by Mistress Witch writes 14. Apr 2026

Dealing with darkness in writing

This spring afternoon is glowing pink and tastes like strong tea. It feels much too familiar, and I begin to open up.I feel far away from myself as I start to talk, to babble on about my novel. About all the things I’ve been reading about in the past 5 years. About the 17th century,…

by Mistress Witch writes 7. Apr 2026

Radical witching novel rewrites at 4 AM!

I wore the same night dress my witch used to wear to get drunk on my windowsill, when I suddenly had an idea at 4 AM. Great ideas always happen at 4 AM, remember? This one however, kept me awake for at least a week, debating it back and forth. At some point my witch…

by Mistress Witch writes 31. Mar 2026