I have never dedicated a whole blog post to just one musician, and now I almost feel bad about writing this. But also, I have to share this. I have just been to Brussels to see Aurora live at “Forest National”. It was my third time seeing her, and I love her music deeply. InContinue reading “About a magical night in Brussels with Aurora”
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“We’re fighting demons tonight!”
We‘re fighting demons tonight! Do you know you‘re demons?Do you hang out with them?Have a talk and let the souls leak? „We‘re fighting demons tonight“, my witch giggles. „With iced coffee at midnight.“ Do you know where your demons hide?Because, they‘re not easy to spot.They sit in the heart,right where it‘s broken.They fill in aContinue reading ““We’re fighting demons tonight!””
The unlikely love of a witch
„What if I loved you with all my heart and skin and soul?“, the witch whispers into an oncoming storm. What if she did? What if she loved you with all of her heart?She loved you with all of her heart, but it was soaked in blood. What if she loved you with all ofContinue reading “The unlikely love of a witch”
“Will we live enough?”
„How can you be so sure that this it not it?“, she asks the boy with the dramatic eyes a question she knows she should avoid, as the witch is watching from the distance.Sitting by the river, probably, and having some vanilla ice cream. As their eyes meet, they kiss. „This could easily be theContinue reading ““Will we live enough?””
How to see where demons hide!
Where demons hide Would you recognize evil, if it was right in front of you?If it stared back at you, meeting your eyes with the very core of its existence? „Who said demons were evil“, my witch reminds me, and her voice made me wait for a giggling that in the light of today‘s moodContinue reading “How to see where demons hide!”
Wounded tale
This tale is about trusting the nice one with the huge eyes wearing the blue shirt, as always. If reading this you already thought it was a bad idea to begin with, you are my kind of reader. But what could go wrong, you may think.He seems so nice and friendly, and almost looks asContinue reading “Wounded tale”
Tale about a bespelled heart
“You put a spell on me!” When she was,His chest was burning.When she spoke,He wished for her to sing.When she moved,His body yearned to follow.Wherever she went,To her home.Where she would rest,Would change her clothes,Would clean her skin.Or even further,Into the forest,Where she would sing.Would pick up flowers.Or receive secretly kisses.She made him do this,HeContinue reading “Tale about a bespelled heart”
Dystopia return
I have been at home for the first time in three years.And I really mean at home, with all the people that belong to it.At least those who are still alive (the number is shrinking …). And did it make me happy?Did it give me the same kind of energy as earlier?This positive energy toContinue reading “Dystopia return”
“I don’t want to be a tragedy.”
The coffee is cold.The cake untouched.„I don‘t want to be a tragedy.“ I don‘t want to be a tragedy,but this body was made offlesh and blood and bones!I want to feel the sun,with skin so fragile.I want to breathe in so deep,into lungs that could collapse.I want to love with a heart,ready to ache.What wereContinue reading ““I don’t want to be a tragedy.””
I don’t do well with endings!
I don‘t do well with endings. I remember myself not reading my favourite books over a certain point, because I didn‘t want to. I had enjoyed the setting as it had started and I was worried about all the development to come.What would change?The colors, the feeling?Where would my favourite characters go?Who would still beContinue reading “I don’t do well with endings!”
Of love and consistency
„It gave my life consistency“, my witch explained one night, after holding on to a piece of raspberry cream cake for very long. „More than it usually had.“ Some moments feel so special, something must grow out of them!Just shed tears on them, and wait for ranks to grow and blossom.These moments have a sparkle,Continue reading “Of love and consistency”
Fleeting tale
Tonight, it‘s raspberry cream that is keeping us awake.„I want more!“, I yell at my witch over the noise of beating the cream, while she still hums to the music reaching us from the living room.My kitchen has beige-golden tiles on the floor. On the black table between a snake plant and napkins with rosesContinue reading “Fleeting tale”
Words for my spring flame
The late weeks of winter have a promising glow.Welcoming raindrops and roses to grow?Asking for a poem?Asking for a kiss?We were never fit for winter.We made it melt away too soon.But purple skies,Cassiopeia in the east…remind of your return once more.
Tale about a witching romance
“Sometimes, a shadow knocks onto my door”, my witch giggles, with tears on her cheeks and flowers in her hair. “And when he does, I’m glad about my leaking soul.” “I call him my shadow,Because he moves too slow for eyes to see,And lingers in those places where most souls won’t go.I call him myContinue reading “Tale about a witching romance”
My list of aborted dreams
Locking myself up in a surreal place, listening to the same song over and over again, until the pages are full – that is how writing the witching novel lately has looked like for me.And it makes me feel so close to my biggest and oldest dream! The unreal place is the attic of aContinue reading “My list of aborted dreams”
Tale about a distant love
“I had a dream about missing you.In that dream, I missed you oh! So badly, I caught the next train.I caught the next train to you, and as the gray distance was flying by, I thought of your eyes on me!Of hearing your breath, and of all of you … …and I realized how shockedContinue reading “Tale about a distant love”
With needles and giggles
When the fire had burned down, she wished she could have loved as someone else. As the faithful housewife. As the promising young woman. When the last flames where crackling, she wished she had not loved as the witch. Equipped with needles. Once the storm was over, she wished she could have kissed as someoneContinue reading “With needles and giggles”
The witch and consequences
Some truths belong into candle light with a cup of tea, boiling hot and with sugar.Yes, witches need their sugar.And we’re not sorry. “When do you accept that you don’t always know the consequences of things”, my witch giggles, and as I scoff offended, the light dances and flickers.Of course I am aware of theContinue reading “The witch and consequences”
Painless tale
“About the one who never caused any pain”, my witch whispers and rises her glass into the night. “At least none that wasn’t asked for.” And she giggles. It was the one with the darkest of masks whose judgment the witch feared the most. The mask meaning death.Mirroring it, defying it!Making her witching heart race,Continue reading “Painless tale”
My personal exorcism
I have recently discovered that I am one witchy experience ahead of my witching visitor!Well, not really ahead.I have never been standing trial and almost gotten burned after having had a few too many miscarriages and a husband dying under mysterious circumstances, but I have made one spooky and painful experience she never has! LaylaContinue reading “My personal exorcism”
A tale worth telling!
One thing the witch knew was that the world was on fire, in those days that her tale is about.Her tale that is being told,with all the horrors along the way. She had been breathing the ashes,and she had lost a fingertip while picking up the shardsof things. And why is it worth telling ofContinue reading “A tale worth telling!”
Escalating tale
Very often, I had lately assumed to have written the last chapter of my Dystopia diary. Since this is also about witching, and I have only scratched on the surface of that, no problem! But I keep adding new chapters to it, my Dystopia diary.An easy explanation for this seems to be that Dystopia isContinue reading “Escalating tale”
“Missing you awoke my soul.”
Vanilla scented dancing lights, whenever she‘s awake!I ask my witch: „Who is she?“This other part.This part of me.The part that paints vanilla scented shadows at the horizon and tickles legs to run onto them.„She is a part us, you know?“She woke up to keep memories that were never made.To remember things that were not felt.SheContinue reading ““Missing you awoke my soul.””
A magical moment!
Although I recently wrote about my rational view on things, I want to share a moment of magic that happened to me. This moment made me feel connected to the universe, to the time passing by and to the stars in the sky.The moment belonged to an empty, not very interesting day. That was goodContinue reading “A magical moment!”
Tale across the wall
A witch once climbed on top of the city wall.Which was meant to keep her safeand hidden from the world. And what happened to the witch to make this tale worth telling? Did she stumble?Did she fall?Land down on the pavement?Scratch her knee?Or break her ankle?Has she been seen?Caught by jealous eyes?Found bleeding on theContinue reading “Tale across the wall”
Tale about losing a heart
“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”
Empathic Dystopia
A witch once walked the earth with a heart ready to jump out of her chest. Ready to burn. Attempting to drown. Carrying the weight of a dying world, she needed to sense herself. To see her face. To hear her voice. But not in a mirror, and not in a lake, or in theContinue reading “Empathic Dystopia”
“Ruin me, Baby.”
Standing by the window, this witch‘s hair was bound back.Her favourite blue dress was covered with an overcoat.Swallowing her shape. When she was breathing, she was asked not to breathe in too deep.At least not too much.By those in terror by her passion. And when she was singing, sometimes they clapped their hands.Only to askContinue reading ““Ruin me, Baby.””
Tale about forgiveness
Once the witch was placed next to the window nailed shut, he would enter the room and ask her to relief the world from her voice too sweet.„But I haven‘t even said anything“, she would whisper.„So you will never know the blessing of silence“, he would respond. Once her hands were in chains and boundContinue reading “Tale about forgiveness”
Tale about broken skin
„You put this skin back into place.“ Under a full moon in spring,with a song echoing through a nightending with a purple skyHands found skinfound this skin that was holdingsomething that was ill shaped.This skin was stretched too farand almost ripped apartUntil there were these handsto hold itand to cover all it‘s holesfor it toContinue reading “Tale about broken skin”
Mistress witch writes 