As all my readers know, I started this blog when the pandemic stopped my world and for the first time I had the time to get really lost in my head! It’s not always nice what you may find in there, but some things I want to keep! Especially my new priority towards my creativity,Continue reading “How I carry witching words with me!”
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The (in)sensitivity of witching
Have you ever dared to be in pain, when someone asked you not to be? Probably even the person causing it?Of all the different ways to become a witch, this is my favourite one of all!„You‘re such a drama queen“, my witch giggles into our iced coffee, on one of those hot summer days thatContinue reading “The (in)sensitivity of witching”
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 existing
„Deeper in the existential dread.“That was not the answer my witch had expected when asking for the sparkling wine.„Refrigerator“, I say. „Means, existential dread.“ I just hate refrigerators.They‘re always chubby and big, and wrong in the picture. Even those that aren‘t white. I once saw a pink one at a party, and I still feltContinue reading “Tale about existing”
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”
About the one who started the witching myth!
Today I‘m wondering how it all started!Who is the father of the witching myth as it developed in early modern Europe?Who the hell was the person that wrote the manifest starting the witch hunts in Europe? Who would waste their time scribbling together a piece such as „Malleus Maleficarum“, only to be responsible for thousandsContinue reading “About the one who started the witching myth!”
The intimacy of novel writing
While looking deeper into the childhood of my witch, I wonder how close I am supposed to feel towards any character I‘m writing about. Well,of course I have as close to me as stealing my cupcakes and wearing my dead grandmothers night dress can be, but here I am having more general thoughts. Thinking ofContinue reading “The intimacy of novel writing”
To the one chasing the nightmare
These days were not dark.They also weren‘t light.They were noise.Sometimes yellow.But mostly gray. And she was not waiting anymore.But wishing for things, still.And into the distance that wasn‘t even one,but rather an empty hole,she whispered: „Oh, if the world hadn‘t hurt you!If only your eyes would sparkle!And if the world hadn‘t scarred me.And if onlyContinue reading “To the one chasing the nightmare”
Broken sex
Was this body made to taste things? „I was made to taste a Vanilla Latte“, my witch giggles into the sunrise one morning.„I was made to taste this raspberry banana cupcake“, I respond. Bodies can sense so many things.Some on the outside, like the summer rain in a stormy night.Some on the inside, as theContinue reading “Broken sex”
Uterus discussion
Remember, when I introduced my witch? When I described her as a uterus-carrying being?That was more than just following a new trend of political correctness in the year of 2020. It had a very personal meaning to the both of us. With this post, I am trying to collect those thoughts when confronting the realityContinue reading “Uterus discussion”
Stubborn tale
Since my last post was about closing a chapter and about a tale I was so anxious to never happen, this post will be about one I never got to write, and I am glad that I did not! When I started my blog, I was confused. I had no idea where it would end,Continue reading “Stubborn tale”
Dystopia achievements
Living through a tale means this one has not been told yet.There are so many possible endings. Endings to be yearned for, and also those to be feared to appear at the horizon one day. And there also are moments in which it is in doubt whether this tale is about to happen at all,Continue reading “Dystopia achievements”
My heart fears your departure
My heart fears your departure. What if you have already left?Left int the darkness, when I couldn‘t see?In those busy hours, when I couldn‘t hear?What if raindrops covered your steps, never to be found?My heart feels the distance growing.Never knowing where exactly you are.Feeling the waves of an ocean between us.What if you have leftContinue reading “My heart fears your departure”
Skin needs to feel
This one is about wanting to feel everything, but escaping the pain.About needing the world to release the right sensation deep within.Because skin needs to feel it!But please, skip the pain! One of the few classical German writers I ever liked to read once asked in one of his poems where he was supposed toContinue reading “Skin needs to feel”
Infectious witching eyes – a photo thread!
In the days of my witch all those centuries ago, witches were known to have eyes loaded with dreams to infect the world around them and pass on those rule breaking dreams to anyone not safely hidden away. Ever since coming across this little known witching fact, I find so many eyes I would loveContinue reading “Infectious witching eyes – a photo thread!”
Creating drama!
I have wondered why anybody would enjoy reading a Dystopia diary.Why waste hours on words only describing the darkest moments?The things we don‘t really want to go through?Is it creating drama? Repeating negative emotions and causing them in others? Is it all just displaying the big mess I am making in my head? It isContinue reading “Creating drama!”
Tale about growth
If you had seen her grow, she would have become a flower.Blooming in the rain.With roots deep in the ground.With the earth embracing her.And holding her through storm, thunder and rain.With a blossom welcoming the sun.But she grew without your eyes.Without your thoughts and words.And they left an empty space.An empty space to fall into.TheyContinue reading “Tale about growth”
This never was a home!
„Maybe, it never even was a home“, my witch whispers a reminder into my ears as the train flies along fields and the raindrops start to paint onto the landscapes, with the scent of our Vanilla Latte warming up my soul. Maybe it never was.Not if it left a heart like this.Not if it brokeContinue reading “This never was a home!”
Who the hell is safe?
Late at night, when the earth is shaking and thunder is pushing the skies to rain down, one may wonder how to be safe. When the sleep just won‘t sooth away the pile of unopened letters and unsaid words, the desire to not feel their threat anymore awakens. Who the hell is safe from harm?Continue reading “Who the hell is safe?”
Locked up with love!
Have her candles burned down?Have her matches been used?But she is still alive? Has her chocolate been eaten?Has the paper been wrapped around her fingers?As sparkling rings? Have her flowers died?And the blossoms been collected, cherished and cared for?She was locked up. Are there bars before her window?Painted in gold?Yes?Oh, she was locked up withContinue reading “Locked up with love!”
What is left to feel?
Have you ever felt a hope that burned so bright and was risking so much that it completely absorbed you?I have felt such a hope very recently.It was not a happy feeling, not a good one as such. It was defiant. It meant fighting what I thought the world was telling me. I wanted toContinue reading “What is left to feel?”
Tale about moonless nights
To see the moon turn bloody the other night, my witch and I took a late walk, and as we came across a part of the forest which I always loved to see in nights enlightened by the moon and feared deeply in the dark nights of its absence, I admitted to her how thoseContinue reading “Tale about moonless nights”
Some magical thoughts on books!
I like to imagine how its pages would feel between my fingers, how they would whisper, and how the words that I had been leaking out would be organized on them – One day, I want to hold the witching novel in my hands!Just as I have once been holding so many books that savedContinue reading “Some magical thoughts on books!”
Post-Dystopia silence
Now that I have things back to sooth my soul, I have to wonder whether I‘m actually soothing it or simply numbing myself. „No really“, I tell my witch, as I empty another glass bottle over the kitchen sink. „I‘d like to feel things again. Like, anything. And also, I got all these recipes wrong.“Continue reading “Post-Dystopia silence”
Witchcraft! – Because Daddy is busy
Just in case you’ve ever wondered why he owns this world allows for nightmares to never end and its horrors to become true – he just got busy. The one who could forbid the demons to catch your heart in its weakest moment and lure it into darkness.The one who could defeat the monster notContinue reading “Witchcraft! – Because Daddy is busy”
A witching question
Learning about witches is just another funny attempt to cope with existing as a human being. Being human is a difficult thing.It shows the desire to grab a something deep inside that defines who we are, while also excluding all of the things that are too terrible and still keep on happening. We call thingsContinue reading “A witching question”
Tale about losing you
“Once I considered you a friend, But then you said that things were going to be fine when all that ever was were waves of death leaving no air to breathe. Once I considered you a lover, But then you promised to come back although you saw the path connecting us on fire. And IContinue reading “Tale about losing you”
Tale about my favourite wizard
Once the wizard spoke, the universe was vibrating.The wizard had a voice so soft and warm to melt a heart away and turn it into something new.But did he really do that?Did he really add up new things, and changed the shape, the rhythm and the course?My witch knows that he didn‘t.His words still wereContinue reading “Tale about my favourite wizard”
Dystopia ride!
„Why did you do this, sweetie?“, asks the woman with the colorful painted face, as her eyes are already losing focus again. We were driving through the golden evening sun, and the other passengers were observing us skeptically.The woman who had started talking to me was maybe 40 years old, and her face was paintedContinue reading “Dystopia ride!”
I love you, but my skin won’t last.
She sees you throuhg eyes searching for the smile of the skull. They search for the core and they tear things down. She does not see houses but steel withstanding while walls collapse. She does not see people but skin decaying and bones revealed. She rests her head on where your shoulder is supposed toContinue reading “I love you, but my skin won’t last.”
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