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”
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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!”
The homelessness of witching
„Imagine if these walls could talk“, my mother once said to me on a day in summer, while we were sitting in front of our former home with all our things packed in boxes, and I had wondered what she had wanted to imply.Was the story that had been leading up to us sitting hereContinue reading “The homelessness of witching”
How to kill a witch
A witch is not easy to get rid of.They cling to life with the persistence of all the joy their demonic lover ever offered them.There are gruesome tales about people only hanging their witches, and burrying them outside their city walls, only to find them roaming the forest at night. A poor soul had toContinue reading “How to kill a witch”
Visiting a witching place! The “Hexenstein” in Gerresheim
Finding history in places often feels like a reminder of darkness. At times, even walking past old buildings could have me shiver with the horror of existence, but that is a whole other issue, and as you by now may know: Witches have enough of those to offer.Very close to where I live, I foundContinue reading “Visiting a witching place! The “Hexenstein” in Gerresheim”
I don’t want to live in this world anymore
I want to live in a worldin which there is a youand in which there is a meand sometimes an usand not onlywhen the sun shiningbut also in shadows. I want to live in a worldin which we can meetand share our cinnamonand wine at midnightand in which I couldwalk on to youand also leaveContinue reading “I don’t want to live in this world anymore”
Pandemic thoughts
Finally, I figured out the accident the pandemic is regularly causing within my head. This does not make it any better, but since I don‘t know what else to do with it, I thought I‘d share it! Whenever I read news concerning it, I feel like losing my mind. I run crazy, I climb highwayContinue reading “Pandemic thoughts”
Through Dystopia’s eyes
She was fragile in those hands of his, scarred by a scattered world.She was aching when touched by skin that was used to find wounds bleeding to death.She was crippled in those eyes, used to storms and thunder with seeds drowning.But sometimes, when she was smiling, her eyes were round, so unexpected round and sparkling.DidContinue reading “Through Dystopia’s eyes”
The history of a witching belief!
Witches are connected to Dystopia.As soon as disaster starts, they show up and take over the horizon over the hilltops … Or, at least in our heads.The myth around witchcraft as it developed in Europe in late medieval and early modern times was a reaction to historic events which made life appear fragile. I amContinue reading “The history of a witching belief!”
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”
Witching houses – a photo-thread!
Some say, witching houses are what you will find, if you get lost in the forest.Some say, they taste delicious, but that their taste comes with a price. For me, witching houses are a place to throw your heart at, once it does not fit anywhere else in this world anymore. They shine lights atContinue reading “Witching houses – a photo-thread!”
Tale about demons
Witches need their demons. Or, as my witch would say: „Everyone needs a best friend, you know?“ And I know that she thinks of this kind of friendship that lets people finish each others sentences and pass each other by at certain places without having agreed so, because they know each other so well, andContinue reading “Tale about demons”
Demon poetry!
„Together we can bend the borders of this world,and break reality apart“,is what they might have whispered,when this witch was falling. It may have been Beli,who would have you swearagainst the cruel hands ofyour fathers‘.There is also Belz,who collects those soulsthat have gone lostand finds for thema place to be.Maybe it was Tanas,winning every argument,orContinue reading “Demon poetry!”
A moment for demons!
In every witching life, there will be a moment to kick you over the edge and make you look for your demon.Maybe, you ran into a glass door, or let fall a box that had made to several people safely before it reached you – in this moment, when any measures of safety click offContinue reading “A moment for demons!”
Will you take over my horizon?
When you leftso did coffee and jazz musicgood books and artoil paintings and wine. The world was drowningin blue and in silenceinstead of orange and witand rose and a smile. But time has passedand I have found coffeeand music and wineand paintings in raindrops. Maybe, you will take over my horizon one day. „I loveContinue reading “Will you take over my horizon?”
Tale about darkness
„Have you ever wished for all of it to never have happened?“, I ask my witch as we change our scented candles from summer‘s garden flower to autumn‘s cinnamon, and Layla smiles wickedly sad. Being broken means laying scatteredas pieces ready to be takenand be put togetherfor just another attempt. I threw my heart outandContinue reading “Tale about darkness”
The upbringing of a witch
„What does being an adult even mean?“, I ask my witch at midnight with a huge cupcake and unopened letters in my hands. Since I grew up in a family that would not let you count as an adult without being married, an own house and a baby at least on the way, I amContinue reading “The upbringing of a witch”
Tale about the stars
The fascination for the sky seems to be as old as human life itself.It is truly wonderful to watch the colors of a sunrise, or to step out of the city lights to observe the twinkling and sparkling unthinkable depth surrounding us. And of course, knowledge of these things can be vital to survive. ThisContinue reading “Tale about the stars”
A witching promise
I’ll come back. I’ll be back. I’ll come back to haunt you. “I’ll come back to haunt you, once I’ve drowned”, my witch sighed deep into our bottle of wine. We have not done this in months. I got busy with things which I had assumed would be easier but turned out to be aContinue reading “A witching promise”
Tale about a witching sense.
The hole you ripped inside this soul is one beyond repair. It‘s one that has been for longer than you think,and has been leaking now and then,when the wind was coldand the windows of houseswere warm and cozy in the distancetoo far in the distance. While ripped open, this soul could recognize what it hadContinue reading “Tale about a witching sense.”
For one thing to survive
Once I saw you when the sky was pink,but I want to see you when the sky is golden.Once I saw you in a storm,but I want to see you when it‘s raining.In a world constantly breaking,I want to keep you,to give one thing a chanceto survive. „Whenever I‘m hoping, I can feel someone laughingContinue reading “For one thing to survive”
How witches came to fly
Have you ever wondered if you truly belong into this world, or if a terrible mistake was made and the universe dropped you off somewhere you never were supposed to be and will not ever make any sense at all? No? Well, then you are lucky, but this witching tale might still be worth yourContinue reading “How witches came to fly”
My darkness fell for you
One lookand your eyes were on mewere all over meleft a sparkleand my darkness fell for you. You looked at me.At least you looked at me. Did you look at me and decided against me?Did you look at me and thought of coming back later?Did you look at me and did something scare you? IContinue reading “My darkness fell for you”
Nuances in Dystopia
All of my Dystopia tales were about last times.Things having ended and everything turning into nothing. I chose photos with blurry silhouettes covered in rain drops and blood. They were dark and intense and written to survive – and 18 months later, I am still here, and after all of this, my next blog postContinue reading “Nuances in Dystopia”
Thoughts on novel writing!
One thing I have always enjoyed about novels in reading as in writing is the possibility to narrate the whole life span of a person. To tell the events of several years or decades, and to explore how these different stages of a life might have felt, how big changes might have happened, and allContinue reading “Thoughts on novel writing!”
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