A girl once lost her scent, her taste, her flavour in all the good intentions she was carrying around. Good intentions that were wasted in a universe gone mad, so she had lost it all for nothing and is out there with an ashen face.The girl that spontaneously went colorblind wears nothing but a corsetContinue reading “Flavourless tale”
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Dystopia fault
The horizon is glowing.The days keep coming, in purple and blue.„Is this my Dystopia fault?“, I ask my witch. In the past years, I have come across one statement about the newly felt fragility of life very often, and I have constantly felt as if something about that was not right.So often have I readContinue reading “Dystopia fault”
A surreal state of unfinished dreams
I have discovered one writing habit of mine which I would call my weirdest, and now that I think about it, it does not only show in my writing. Whenever I work on something, I like to divide it into three parts. I passionately enjoy the first one, I struggle a lot with the secondContinue reading “A surreal state of unfinished dreams”
When two souls gently touch
„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 unbearableI open my chestI leak out in front of youPlease drown in meWhen I see you,I find the final frequencyI sing the very last one ofContinue reading “When two souls gently touch”
Dystopia youth
„When were you young?“, I ask my witch one early evening as we sit with a hazelnut flavoured hot chocolate by the window and watch dramatic clouds appear over the roof tops. I do not need a reminder of the last decade before the 30-years-war began, but rather want to catch some memories. And makeContinue reading “Dystopia youth”
Long night thoughts – A writing update
I don‘t exactly suffer from writer‘s block these days. I force myself to sacrifice sleep and rest to write and write, but nothing good seems to come of it. This happens. It has happened before, and eventually I have found my routine again, and I created things that I liked again. Still, whenever I runContinue reading “Long night thoughts – A writing update”
Surviving the ending with my witch!
„Is it okay to microwave vodka?“, I ask my witch at 4 AM as if she‘d know. „My tea got cold.“And she giggles. „Why is there even tea in your vodka?“Yes, it is that way around. Not the other. Why?Because I once again have to deal with questions I can only ever ask my witchContinue reading “Surviving the ending with my witch!”
Lovely demonic advice
Has there been a fire?Is that why your cheeks are covered in gray and your breath is a cough?Has it made you run too fast? Chased you away when you were out of breath?Is there a gray cloud threatening your sky?Just like a storm hanging at the horizon?Ready to burst.To suffocate you.Is that why yourContinue reading “Lovely demonic advice”
A few surprising facts about witch hunts!
The term witch hunt is often used when someone became very provocative, asked an uncomfortable question, or even tried to change the way things are. When someone tried to shake things up and made some enemies, we tend to call the consequences a witch hunt. Since even J.K. Rowling was granted a lot of attentionContinue reading “A few surprising facts about witch hunts!”
Personal essay – Searching for a warm thought in an autumn night!
Since it‘s a dark and seemingly endless November night that also has me trapped in bed with another Covid-infection, I think it‘s time to question my motivation, and my witch giggles. “Yes, that is what makes these nights easier”, she whispers into our midnight coffee. Where were we?My motivation to make it through the darkContinue reading “Personal essay – Searching for a warm thought in an autumn night!”
Why being human is so terrifying
„Is it called eye shadow, because you use it to paint extra shadows under your eyes?“, my witch asks as I blink into the mirror and the upper eyelid, the under one as well as my cheeks are sparkling in silver. Still sparkling, but also looking ill.Looking like no decent sleep for a while.Like aContinue reading “Why being human is so terrifying”
The dream of love and chocolate!
„Why is it always terrible things that are thought to belong in life?“, I ask my witch over a midnight coffee. Why always those that hurt and are unbearable?Why heartbreak and falling apart?Why never friendship and chimney fire?Never love and chocolate.Why still the shards left behind by things once loved?Those shards, still good enough toContinue reading “The dream of love and chocolate!”
Why I once loved to watch sitcoms! A few memories.
I wanted to write about my old love for sitcoms for a while now, but of course had to wait for the saddest opportunity to do so, because it‘s me…„It‘s the comforting evening ritual and background chatter I used to get through the day before I knew how to summon you“, I tell my witchContinue reading “Why I once loved to watch sitcoms! A few memories.”
Nostalgia and fragility – A history – photo post!
Places can tell so many stories. Just think of all the things walls could give away about you, if they could talk and were able to remember.Some places that I have been to with my witch felt like a kind of fairytale that I would have liked to read when I was little. Some othersContinue reading “Nostalgia and fragility – A history – photo post!”
How to kiss a witch!
Have you ever wondered how to find a witch that would bespell you? The one that would let you close? One that would embrace you, even grant you pieces of their skin? Gift you kisses? Tingle your soul into madness and set this world on fire? Maybe you have tried to summon one.With ice creamContinue reading “How to kiss a witch!”
Spiraling with the dead! For my grandmother.
„It‘s so obvious!“, my witch complains about every opening sentence that I have attempted to write for this blog post yet. Sometimes, it takes time to realize the most obvious things, even if they wait at every corner everyday. Or maybe even because they do. This one is about the dead which I have enviedContinue reading “Spiraling with the dead! For my grandmother.”
“Have you put your trust in the right one?”
Have you put your trust in the right one?The one who dares to ride the tides of the universe?Someone who never forgets?Who tinks of you longingly,when drowning in its flood? Or did you lose your heart with the other one?The one who is more of a flickering light?Born in thunder, it flashes up.When it lostContinue reading ““Have you put your trust in the right one?””
Of dead flowers and chocolate!
What are those words for that are whispered into dried flowers, carrying memories of a troubled past?She keeps whispering those words.As if the person who got her those flowers once had not already left a long while ago.Such a long while that the leaves are a faded yellow.One that died ages ago but still needsContinue reading “Of dead flowers and chocolate!”
Setting my schedule on fire!
I am thinking about canceling my blogging plan for the week. Do you remember how I came up with this idea of writing specific kind of posts on chosen weekdays? Ever since I established this, I wrote less and less. It might be because I had to deal with lots of paper work, taxes andContinue reading “Setting my schedule on fire!”
Tale about the darkest shades
“Darkness comes in so many shades.Yours I had never seen before.I almost did not notice.It was a cloud in a passionate storm.The thunder forced you to hide.The sky that was purple for meburned your eyes. I was once therewhen you opened them up again.A light cut through darkness.Vanilla scented and burning bright.You had found yourContinue reading “Tale about the darkest shades”
My favourite coffee places in Budapest
After living and working in Budapest for a little while, there are so many things to write and think about. There were places full of history as I have not seen and felt it before, beautiful moments to capture and have a coffee in and so much more! The little witch in the back ofContinue reading “My favourite coffee places in Budapest”
Coffee in poetry (in pictures)
This poetry wednesday is dedicated to coffees that were dreamed of with words that were thought, still ready to happen and be said one day. I often write when I cannot talk to someone although I would need to. My favourite writing moments are these daydreams of words. Just like the daydream of sharing aContinue reading “Coffee in poetry (in pictures)”
Thoughts on who I am
„Do you always know who you are?“, I ask my witch, assuming I would sound just normal, humanly relatebale, but even she was confused. Lately, I had to wonder what kind of thoughts fought their way from the back of my head, where they were usually stuck and mostly being ignored, to be there inContinue reading “Thoughts on who I am”
Lost in poetry (in pictures)
My witch taught me to have my my spells ready whenever needed and in these images, I collected one that I used whenever I needed a reminder that the winter will end and the sun will rise again. And that the path is not going to disappear, as soon as I close my eyes. BecauseContinue reading “Lost in poetry (in pictures)”
“Art nouveau” – A witching way of design
We‘re taking a look at one of my favourite architecture style with this post! And yes, I know that I am a few centuries late for what I usually write about. I am far into modern territory here, and left the time my witch witnessed behind for a while. And believe me, she is makingContinue reading ““Art nouveau” – A witching way of design”
Thoughts on friendship!
„I have once met a collector of souls as well“, my witch whispers.Tonight, we‘re thinking about friendship.It can be heartbreaking where desperate souls go. When I was in my early 20s (and yes, it hurts to speak about this in past tense), I enjoyed watching the sitcom „Friends“ a lot. I needed the cozy feelings.Continue reading “Thoughts on friendship!”
A hunger to live!
Have you ever felt a hunger to live?With a throat soar from screaming,but ready to sing? Maybe, she felt a hunger to live,when her voice became many,she didn‘t know how to choosebut spokewith lips that had been bitten,in tongues that were confused. Have you ever feltthat your heart could beat fasterif only your lungs couldContinue reading “A hunger to live!”
View through a haunted window! – History glimpse
„This window looks like one to stand behind and sing to be either be rescued by the love of your life or executed“, my witch giggles into my ears as I observe the window in the red castle wall, with the small squares reflecting the blue sky, and I have to agree. The window belongsContinue reading “View through a haunted window! – History glimpse”
Another novel milestone and thoughts for the future!
Since I have hit the 30 000 words for the witching novel two nights ago, I feel the need to review my writing and think about what I wanted to do with it in the near futre.I started my blog as a Dystopia diary in the depth of lockdown in 2020, rediscovered my love forContinue reading “Another novel milestone and thoughts for the future!”
“I wish this was a love story.”
Tonight‘s tale could have taken place anywhere, as long Dystopia was still lingering around.All it needs is a bottle of wine and cheeks ready to be kissed and blush.There probably was candle light, too.As well as fairy lights decorating a bookshelf and shining onto two bodies.Sometimes sitting opposed to each other.Or lying together.One of thoseContinue reading ““I wish this was a love story.””
Mistress witch writes 