But what do daydreams really mean? April had seemed like an eternity, and suddenly it was almost May. The first nights had kept their summer heat, potatoes and strawberries were planted … Oh, and face masks were starting to get obligatory in public. Oh shit, it‘s already May. We‘ve lost our spirit of life inContinue reading “Dreams against nothing”
Category Archives: The historical horror of being alive
Sweet survival
I summoned Layla to survive. To survive the darkness. The night. The longest night that I‘ve ever had to survive. A night that has not ended, yet. And while I am typing, new aspects of this night are taking over me. My head, the depth of my chest, and so I put them onto theContinue reading “Sweet survival”
And what did the universe say?
„And what did the universe say?“ Sometimes I wanted to answer this with „Nothing so far.“There was a lot of silence, a lot of opportunities having gone to dust, these days. But then again, there is something. There is the wind, and the highway on the other end of the field. There is the smellContinue reading “And what did the universe say?”
The dark kind of fun
There are a lot of things to tell about Layla. Sometimes, my witch is not easy to take. „You know what?“, she exclaimed in one of her first nights in my kitchen. „Why don’t you just leave your ID here at home. No one will know how far from home we are and that‘s it.“ItContinue reading “The dark kind of fun”
What keeps Layla awake
Daily life was a song to Layla. It was a melody taking over something deep inside. But what does that mean? When asking her, Layla opens up another bottle of wine and takes a gulp. Then she laughs about my concerned expression. „I couldn‘t care less“, she would say and her red hair would flyContinue reading “What keeps Layla awake”
She only exists at 4 AM
Starting at the beginning sounds good. After all, this is supposed to be a diary. The diary of a modern witch. A writing witch. A uterus-carrying being trying to survive this world. But in Layla‘s case, it is difficult to find the beginning. It is difficult to say when she is there and when sheContinue reading “She only exists at 4 AM”
My list of people
Yes, you.You with those eyes, those hands. I like those hands. Just like those. I want to feel those hands. Hey you. I could just lean over a bit. Just a bit. Our knees could meet. Could touch. Just like this. Or a bit longer. And even a bit longer. It is exciting. It warmsContinue reading “My list of people”
For life to come back someday
She loved this city for several reasons. Not for it‘s beauty. Old buildings. Modern skyline. It had nothing like that to offer. The first time that she had been there, it had left no impression at all. It was just one of those cities that were not too small and also not big enough toContinue reading “For life to come back someday”
Blue past
Their story had continued.There was a next chapter. A chapter that had not been very likely to ever happen. A chapter that may already be closed, because things happen and at a certain point are over.But are they, really?She is not so sure anymore.She still hears his voice. Something deep inside still swings, it vibratesContinue reading “Blue past”
Why not, universe?
Why not? Why did this never happen?How can something that never happened be so present? In thoughts, in dreams. It never happened. Yet, it is everywhere.Because, of course, it did happen. Many times. So many times. Just within those thoughts, those dreams. And how real things feel, with the right reactions taking over the body.Continue reading “Why not, universe?”
Mistress witch writes 