To every witching heart there is a someone that it is loving more than it should. A someone it is opening up to, it is letting see its shadows.And this someone will ask a lot of it, even more than the witching heart can bare, for all the best reasons.This someone will constantly remind theContinue reading “A witching heart”
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A witching melody
The voice of a witch was believed to set the world on fire.The melody escaping those lips was feared to be the final melody, the very last frequency the universe would vibrate on, before eventually falling apart.Were witching melodies so awful? A sound to tear a wound into this world?„Maybe, they were so wonderful thatContinue reading “A witching melody”
How a spell is born
Sometimes a world is beginning.Sometimes only within thoughts, built of images a soul is vibrating on.Images, melodies, and scents and tastes which made a soul sing and felt as if they were meant to sustain the night and still be there tomorrow. Then, there are also moments in which a whole world is falling apart.AContinue reading “How a spell is born”
The struggle with time
„Time can bring me closer but also push me further from one thing“, I tell my witch.„Especially the one thing we are missing and yearning and feeling like we live for“, my witch agreed.„We never know.“ While writing my witching novel, I discovered a struggle with time.Or, with timing.With the time structure in my novel.ItContinue reading “The struggle with time”
You are my sunset
There will alwaysbe another daybut not anotheryou and me1000 questionsin my head,which I willnever ask.I fearthe answer,just likethe sunrise.
How to jinx the universe
I want to jinx the universeFor me tohave you backhear your voice withstrawberries and creamwith wine and with a songon those lips of yours and mineat midnight. Can I jinx the universe?Put it allinto placethe ice cream andthe wine mixed withmy voice calling for yousummoning you back to metonight? Can I jinx the universe?Ask theContinue reading “How to jinx the universe”
Dystopia in summer
„These problems don‘t occur over night and it tells a lot about you that you did not fix it“, says the gray square that is my professor, and once again I realize that all my witching things have become an extra layer of skin because being alive hurts like hell and is unfair. It hasContinue reading “Dystopia in summer”
Drown with me.
„I‘m not asking you to be with me“, I whisper into the sunset. „I‘m asking you to drown with me.“ Lay downand lay stillin the oceanof thoughts and dreamsthat won‘t belonginto this worldever again. Hold mehold onto mein this sea ofa you and methat could have beenthat should have beenbut never was. Witches fall inContinue reading “Drown with me.”
The emptiness of witching
Witches are born in the moment of total system failure. Before being reborn as a witch, one might have been a child to someone, or a friend, a spouse.Words hat certain meanings. Gestures and movements were seen.To the whole existence of a person, there was a response. But also, before being reborn as a witch,Continue reading “The emptiness of witching”
When sunsets are a reason to cry
My most happy sunsets always started in late February, or early March. In those weeks, it was still dark and cold, but sometimes the horizon was already burning with things about to come. Every year for a week in March I would visit my mother and the city I grew up in and also beContinue reading “When sunsets are a reason to cry”
Words to scream at the end
Lately, all I am able to think during long and surreal nights are words my witch might have screamed on one of her many potential death beds, when blood was flooding her and still there were all these memories of moments that never were. „I want to liveto taste your lipsand sometimesI want deathto touchContinue reading “Words to scream at the end”
About the end of the world
„I have seen the end of the world.“ My witch always laughs about me saying things like that. This time, it is not about everything inside of me that has been breaking apart ever since this Dystopia started. This time, it is about a walk that I have taken almost every day for the pastContinue reading “About the end of the world”
The horror of having a body
All I wanted to bewas not wrapped into skinand flooded in bloodbut having a sparkleall of over me. All I ever wanted to bewas herwho I have in mindwhen your touchhas skin and blood on fire. All I ever wanted to bewas not screaming instead of breathingin blood tainted sheetswith the dream of lifechoking inside.Continue reading “The horror of having a body”
The witch and Dystopia
I am sitting on a field at night.The second lockdown has already lasted many months and spring is arriving. This time, I am not alone with my witch. A real other person is there with me. I am having a friend with me.We are hiding after curfew far away from the street. „If we walkContinue reading “The witch and Dystopia”
Tale about life and death
„I want to live so much, it makes me want to die“, I tell my witch as we sit on a field covered in dust on the longest evening of the year. I wantthe rain to touch my soulthe lights to burn my thoughtsand dreams to escape into beyond. I wantto live to taste yourContinue reading “Tale about life and death”
Witch facing the world
I wrote about the world making sense of us not so long ago.This can be tough, because it is not always the kind of sense that we would like it to be. It also can simply be unfair, or sad! Since I don‘t know how to deal with the sense the world is trying toContinue reading “Witch facing the world”
About feeling too much
„This heart is beating too fast“, a cold voice states, and I would be laughing had I not been out of breath already. Life gets difficult when you are feeling too much. Or, more than the average person in that exact moment. Many terms we use to describe each other consist of a number beingContinue reading “About feeling too much”
About feeling this body
Summer nights have always made me sad.They always make me wonder about what has come to an end already and what may come next.The long and blue evenings, sometimes with a touch of red, always make me want to run right into it, and listen to music while having the taste of wine on myContinue reading “About feeling this body”
A question to the universe
„I’m not sure how I‘m gonna make it, just know that I‘m gonna“, I repeat the words of my witch and I know that I will be telling this myself every two minutes for the next few days. Those were the words of my witch, when she was wearing a white gown.Covered insweat and dirtandContinue reading “A question to the universe”
Being loved as a witch
Being loved as a witchmeans you are my shadowas I will be yoursonce the sun has set. Being loved as a witchmeans that we share this scarand we know who we areby seeing our skin. Being loved as a witchmeans your touchcould rip me apartbut never would. Being loved as a witchis a thingI haveContinue reading “Being loved as a witch”
Witchcraft within
My witch had once been an ordinary person, and when Dystopia hit, had fallen out of that reality. Against all odds, she had survived her witching trial and had escaped the flames, to find a dark kind of love with someone just as lost as herself.While writing, I am sending her through all of thisContinue reading “Witchcraft within”
He taught her darkness
If I leave my witch with her demon alone for a while, the world will be in for a tale. At some point, she will give into him, because that is the point of witching, right?„Why is everyone dying?“, she is whispering, looking at the holes I had left in my photo album to sendContinue reading “He taught her darkness”
When this witch had you
Having youfelt like strawberries and creamon a rainy day in summerwaiting for a thunderstorm.It felt likebreathing in deeply for oncewith the patter of rainingpainting our world blue.Wrapped intosheets that are white and softholding us togetherwhile we‘re falling apart. „We could tell you that we love you“, my witch giggled. „But no. Look at our strawberriesContinue reading “When this witch had you”
“Buried-alive”-thoughts
I wonder how extreme I would have had to live my life to not have regrets right now. Sometimes, I listen to a song that I would like to say reminds me of a moment in which I was happy, but I fear that it might also remind me of a moment in which IContinue reading ““Buried-alive”-thoughts”
Tale about hidden things
„I never told him this“, my witch whispered. You touched a part of my soulthat had always been hidden.You found it all by yourselfand I wanted you to keep it.That part was woundedvery long agoand I never noticed the painuntil you showed methat this was no scarbut still bleedingand I am still leaking. „I neverContinue reading “Tale about hidden things”
Thoughts on surviving
For people who have been close to me in the old world, my blog is difficult to read, although some of them even are interested in my historical witching novel that will hopefully be written out of all this one day.At first, I thought this hesitation to read my blog posts might be caused byContinue reading “Thoughts on surviving”
The oddness of witching
While I am drafting my historical novel in progress, and am reading all kind of things about witches, I have often stressed the point that my witch once was a normal person and was only seen as suspicious when Dystopia hit. Normal in the case of a young woman living in Europe in the 17thContinue reading “The oddness of witching”
Inside of a witch
There is an ocean inside of me.There is a depth that is risingand is cold but burning.There are words never saidand thoughts kept secret.There is pain beyond this worldand joy as bright as stars. There is an ocean inside of meand sometimes I am leaking. There is an ocean inside of me.Drown with me.Drown insideContinue reading “Inside of a witch”
A special night for witches
This night is a special one for witches. It holds all the secrets of their mysterious existence among the normal humans. It is a night to determine their fate. Some witches might have wondered for the (mostly short) rest of their lives what the hell might have happened while they were asleep.Asleep? Yes, that‘s right.Continue reading “A special night for witches”
Never happy ending
When you held meI stopped leakingfor a short momentthat was a sparkle. I saw you and you saw meand I was hurtby what the worldhad done to you. All of ourselvesand skins still markedby thoughts and shardssank into each other. I want to be thankfulfor this happy ending,but I don‘t want thisto ever end. „HappyContinue reading “Never happy ending”
Mistress witch writes 