Living during what could easily be the end of the longest era of (more or less) global stability has an awful lot of things to do with people either not realizing it, or enjoying the collapse of things far too much. To the first ones: Do you remember this proverb about setting things free? ThisContinue reading “About the instability of things”
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In the name of my witch
The second morning in a row that I ordered coffee in Layla‘s name. Check! The weather couldn‘t decide between sunshine and a blizzard and I had once again not slept nearly enough, and I was wondering if my black dress with all its ruffles and mash was actually fitting to teach the little children waitingContinue reading “In the name of my witch”
How to not fail in flames!
Going down in flames is not as much fun as it may seem to a heart aching in Dystopia. Typing these words, my thoughts return to the nice man wearing a silver west over a fine shirt while explaining the model of a candle light and pointing out the 1300°C it could reach, and oh!Continue reading “How to not fail in flames!”
Manic Dystopia
Have enough of our loved ones been absorbed by plague, war, and the general collapse of things for us to pose as a baroque painting? My witch said yes, so just think of all the pretty things we‘re gonna get now! Just like Emilie Autumn once sang about pretty dresses and hair when expecting toContinue reading “Manic Dystopia”
Tale about desperate words
In that moment which I am now writing about, the world had been leaking, wounded and sour, and my witch had been fallen down on her knees, and had been pleading once more with the one who owned her witching heart. And of the many words that could have left her lips in that moment,Continue reading “Tale about desperate words”
The myth of Dystopia
Do you remember the meme that made the round a few years ago and was about how our grandparents apparently described their way to school?Barefoot through a blizzard, fighting off wild animals and all of that on their own?Or, have you ever come across this weird saying about difficult times making great people … and,Continue reading “The myth of Dystopia”
Post against war
I can smell sweat and acrylic paint, and my hand aches from holding on to a wooden handle for a few hours too long. A heavy weight on my chest has eased for at least a few breaths after all of this and I feel a strange love for all the people around me. TheContinue reading “Post against war”
Hearts don’t count.
Daddy said it‘s fine,so we‘ll cut off this kin.It‘s not gonna hurt, right?It‘s never gonna hurt. Daddy says it‘s fine,so we‘ll let them tear our hearts out.Because they don‘t count, right?Hearts don‘t count. „But he said, it‘s fine“, my witch giggled as a response to me throwing my cup of tea at the wall, whileContinue reading “Hearts don’t count.”
About these days of darkness
„We will find a way“needs the earth beneath our feetnot to burnnot to be torn apartbut to flourishto let the pathwhich we could hope alonggrow. „These were the darkest days that I have ever witnessed“, I am telling my witch.
Witching healings
Once there were nights whose deep blue was sparkling and was vibrating on that frequency of a wonderful melody. Those sparkles were a warm and cozy orange, and the melody was one to lift you up without ever losing hold. Those nights tasted like ice cream and wine and had sugar sprinkles on them. „So,Continue reading “Witching healings”
“One day. Just not today.”
I want to show youthe rosesthat grewin thoseraindrops of minewhile you weregone. I wanted to show youoh so manythings justbefore weentered theafterward. While I was chasingand dreamingand collectingthe seeds fortomorrowthe night grewlong. I always wonderedwhat rosescould growand howraindropswould feelif youcould be herein theafterward. Written all those times when I promised myself „one day, but notContinue reading ““One day. Just not today.””
Thoughts and photos in old places!
Old places tease stories.These stories can be full of yearning. Places with an old soul can have this fascination. It is easy to glorify the past, although there never were the good old days. They were just full of different problems that were either luckily solved or forgotten. And still, an old staircase barely visibleContinue reading “Thoughts and photos in old places!”
About all things bad and evil
„Why are bad things even allowed to happen?“, I have asked my witch more than just once during my sleepless nights, and she has giggled wisely, because that was something she had made the world wonder about so very often.And so Layla laughed. „If she ever was supposed to be Daddy‘s girl and has simplyContinue reading “About all things bad and evil”
About a witching skin
Once you have found one of those lonely ones, you might ask yourself how to recognize those witches among them?Among those living in the shadows with needles and the flesh of a murderer in their pockets, as mothers without children, or as those that simply are sleepless at night.How to recognize those that really areContinue reading “About a witching skin”
Tales to tell my witch (because Daddy was mean).
Some things I can only ever tell my witch. Such things as whispering „I should buy that red velvet dress, because my boss was such a bitch again“, when it‘s 4 in the morning and the after midnight pizza had already emptied by bank account. It‘s a great relief to have a witch by yourContinue reading “Tales to tell my witch (because Daddy was mean).”
About all the wrong moments in time
The moment when something is wrong likes to arrive with a drumming. A deep and sudden drumming that can be felt deep in the stomach … Or even only there? I have been close to writing the first moment in the life of my witch when something was seriously wrong, but something kept me fromContinue reading “About all the wrong moments in time”
Nostalgic tale
I fall in loveWith momentsAnd if theyScatterI will collectTheir shardsand let thementerdeep intomy skinto feeland tasteand bethis momentone more time. “Most of these recipes are just nostalgia dressed in blood”, I say while reading one of my witch’s old books in my garden scented candle light, and Layla giggles into her bottle of wine. “Isn’tContinue reading “Nostalgic tale”
Tale about kisses and tears
„The horror of having a body is that of hoping for it to last long enough to fulfill the dream within the head“, I tell my witch over our midnight tea. Let us cook the blood out of these sheetsand season itwith kisses and with tears.In a world made of last timeslet us ask forjustContinue reading “Tale about kisses and tears”
History disrupted (and a pretty street lamp)
I didn‘t take this photo just because the street lamp looked pretty, but seriously – it does! And I was surprised to find it there where I had found it, and here we have a realization which made me quite spontaneously question my view on history in general (including an unscheduled lecture for the friendContinue reading “History disrupted (and a pretty street lamp)”
About those very historical feelings
When I first had the idea to write historical fiction, I felt almost blind.It was like disoriented trembling into a new kind of world. I could not feel myself into it.How were common life events perceived by someone living in the 14th century?What did the death of someone mean in a world so much moreContinue reading “About those very historical feelings”
Finding the right spell
What I miss most about my old life are the little rituals I had.I know that my second life as a witch the pandemic brought upon me appears to have a lot of those. Witches have their potions, right? You can just knock on their door with the most secret and desperate desires of yourContinue reading “Finding the right spell”
Overly dramatic december post!
„I only have one regret“, I tell my unicorn at 4 Am while talking two times as fast and three times as high as usual. „I never had cotton candy hair!“ And we both keep on needle felting our pastel colored hearts to give away for another sad Christmas. „A youth in the 2010s withoutContinue reading “Overly dramatic december post!”
Closer to the past
When there is no future to be seen anymore, let‘s drown in pretty castles, and oh! – Those dresses! Before I started this blog, I was mostly writing science fiction. I never shared any of it anywhere. In my head, I was building worlds with cities made of towers in the clouds under a violetContinue reading “Closer to the past”
Don’t mind me talking to those who left
Where are you and why aren‘t you him? I know it‘s unfair of meto come you with such a broken heartbut I never asked you to fix itjust to hold itfor a second. Where are you right now?I want to go thereto put my thoughts somewherethey do not fit hereever. Where are you and whyContinue reading “Don’t mind me talking to those who left”
One night to have it all
This one is about a night that almost felt normal. Normal enough to feel dizzy and tell my witch that I just sang in front of people.„I sang“, I am repeating myself, while it is freezing outside and I forgot my coat somewhere but couldn‘t care less. „I sang in front of people, just asContinue reading “One night to have it all”
Dystopia blossoming – impressions from the witching garden
My thoughts today are in my witching garden. I don‘t even have a garden, but for some time within the past lockdowns I have helped a friend with his while hiding away in there from everything going on around me, and since my sweat pants radius has grown with each of these times for aContinue reading “Dystopia blossoming – impressions from the witching garden”
Tale about being seen
If you cannot see hersee her as the one you seeksee her as the one she isthen burn herplease burn with herbecause she cannot drown againshe cannot drown alone.You never really saw hersaw her as how soft she wassaw her fragile in those hands of yoursso burn herplease burn with herbecause she cannot drown againsheContinue reading “Tale about being seen”
Thoughts on 18 months of witching blogging!
Witching thoughts do look just like the photo I chose for this blog post. They are chaotic, blur out easily and are in general not made to exist in this world. Good luck catching them! It can be exhausting, I know what I‘m talking about … Still, I have been thinking for a while nowContinue reading “Thoughts on 18 months of witching blogging!”
At least we burned
„You do have an issue with people leaving“, my witch giggles into our hot chocolate as we watch the first snow cover the fields once more. Is this really all there isat the endof the lightat least we burnedat least this once? And if this is really allwhere does painand where thosetears come fromthat shadowContinue reading “At least we burned”
Reality in Dystopia!
If you‘re rushing fast enough, you will stop to see colors, or to distinguish noises. Everything becomes a blur with no real shapes in it.No real moments, no real experiences, and no real feelings.That sounds quite, convenient, right? To just never engage in anything long enough for it to really leave an impression, a traceContinue reading “Reality in Dystopia!”
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