“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”
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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”
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”
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”
Silent Goodbyes
I know that I will never get you back. I just don’t want to be ok with it. You showed me a world that tasted like Ice cream and wine Chocolate at midnight A melody in spring And tea when it’s raining. This new world has no place for us. No tiny, white cups. NoContinue reading “Silent Goodbyes”
Tale about another last time
I wrote you a letterand was so scaredit might not reach youin timethat I putall my stampson it.I had this feelingit might be last one.I ripped outtwo photographsthat had been sleepinginside an albumbecause I neededto see themand pass them onto you.I was walkingthrough rainand streets emptiedby this plagueto send the letteron its way.HopingIt was nottooContinue reading “Tale about another last time”
A tale that has to belong into this world
I am barely a person anymore, because I‘ve been vibrating too much on that last frequency, so that no light would ever break itself on my shape. During the last year, I have said these words very often. I felt as if all the things that had once made me a person did not belongContinue reading “A tale that has to belong into this world”
Mistress witch writes 