memories – Mistress witch writes

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”

“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”

I’m still saying these things

You‘re not here anymoreand I‘m still saying these things. I‘m still saying these thingsthat I did not ever want to say before,that I did not even joke about. You‘re goneand I‘m still saying these thingsthat I wanted to say to you. I‘m still saying these thingsalthough you can‘t hear me. But I‘m still saying theseContinue reading “I’m still saying these things”

About memories

I remember how simply having all my memories could make me happy. I could easily convince myself once that things ending was not too sad, as long as they had been lived.When I was 23 and told this my 49 years old lover, he almost was personally insulted by the kind of strength that IContinue reading “About memories”

The days my witch had lived for

„Those were the days“, my witch said, standing by the window and watching the first snow painting itself into the early sunset.„When we were woken up by the sunrise, always next to each other. When all we had to worry about was making love before his strange visitors would arrive.“ Layla smiled, and the wayContinue reading “The days my witch had lived for”

Tale about ice cream and wine

There is a path that I need to take, from time to time.Maybe, because once I have been walking on it through the most passionate rain in early spring.Or maybe, because I needed to walk down that particular path to buy ice cream and wine for one of the best nights of my life.Or, becauseContinue reading “Tale about ice cream and wine”