„When I see you“ were words whispered through a breath daring enough to outlast Dystopia, as soft as it was.
When I see you,
I am not afraid of pain unbearable
I open my chest
I leak out in front of you
Please drown in me
When I see you,
I find the final frequency
I sing the very last one of my melodies
the one I wish to echo on
When I see you
I do belong
I do accept the pain
I sing
When I see you
hold me
hold on to me
hold me tighter
have me choke
to take a breath
as if it was the first one
When I see you
I can take it
When I see you.
… but when will I see you?
These words were a whisper in the trees, or in the branches giving in beneath her feet when the witch was roaming the forest. I see them written in raindrops on a train window as the world blurs away.
„I could see him having a wine night on my kitchen floor, you know“, my witch giggles and I understand. Some souls are connected through darkness.
Let‘s hope our breath lasts long enough.
Mistress witch writes 