Let‘s conquer the heat wave with this castle in winter! I can‘t wait for the world to cool down, calm down and slow down, and for autumn‘s colours to sooth everyday into a soft and magical atmosphere. I can‘t wait for hot chocolate and cinnamon and pumpkin soup. For rainy days that actually feel refreshing,Continue reading “Hot summer night daydream”
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Coffee in Dystopia
The world is on fire.The ashes is spreading.We are coughing the smoke.…and I want to have coffee with you. Dead bodies piled up.Their names never known.Their faces are shadows.…and I yearn for a coffee with you. There is poison in the air.In your breath.In my mouth.… but please have a coffee with me. Have aContinue reading “Coffee in Dystopia”
Visiting a witching city – a day in Aachen
Out of the the few times I have been there, half of them profoundly changed my life. This post is about another place that means magic for me. It will take you into another old city, into the heart of a city very meaningful for huge parts of medieval Europe. These words are meant forContinue reading “Visiting a witching city – a day in Aachen”
Words a witch once sang
“I was living by the lake.I had you by my side.And when you left,I was so sad,I tried to drown myself. When I had jumped right off the cliffMy heart could not waitTo disappear into the wavesOf my favourite lake. But just when it had swallowed meIt spit me right outJust so enough above itsContinue reading “Words a witch once sang”
Tale about summoning
The witch had her cauldron ready.It was ready, when eyes could not see.It was hidden from a world that had forgotten to dream.When the sun was rising reluctantly.When the rain did not drum.When the wind did not sing,but scream.When the void was forming.When the shape was ready,and it fit a lost someone.When land had burned.WhenContinue reading “Tale about summoning”
About feeling alive in difficult times
Lately, I have found an almost forgotten joy in being alive again. For me that meant sitting in my favourite coffee place again, after a long time without daring to do so. Carefully stepping inside, ordering a drink to go and drinking it alone in a corner outside was the only I sometimes granted myselfContinue reading “About feeling alive in difficult times”
Wherever magic hides!
If you were to find a door like this in the forest, where would it lead you?Where would you want it to lead you?I‘m thinking that this may be one of the oldest dreams our funny brains ever left us with. Even when I look at cave paintings our ancestors left behind, I wonder ifContinue reading “Wherever magic hides!”
“Ruin me, Baby.”
Standing by the window, this witch‘s hair was bound back.Her favourite blue dress was covered with an overcoat.Swallowing her shape. When she was breathing, she was asked not to breathe in too deep.At least not too much.By those in terror by her passion. And when she was singing, sometimes they clapped their hands.Only to askContinue reading ““Ruin me, Baby.””
Monschau – A small town of resilience
„Look at these cozy houses even surviving your hell!“, I tell my witch searching through photographs over candle light that pictured a very resilient small town, hidden in the hills. There is one small medieval town not far from where I live that has found a place in my heart. Since it was hidden veryContinue reading “Monschau – A small town of resilience”
How I carry witching words with me!
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!”
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?”
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