A hot chocolate for me.Tea for my witch.„Being alive is a really bad idea.“ We are sitting on cushions between boxes and furniture to be put into place, while only the bright light on the ceiling is available.„But people keep doing so“, my witch answers.„Because sometimes it feels really good.“I don‘t have to mention thatContinue reading “Being alive is a horror, sometimes.”
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Dystopia goes on
I am sitting on the couch and I can‘t move. My feet are wet and dry socks are just two steps away from me. But I don‘t want to move, because once I‘ve moved, I would also have to bring the laundry into the basement and put it up to dry, and also get theContinue reading “Dystopia goes on”
These empty months
Nights grew longer, and lights began to shine and twinkle and burn as they only ever did when autumn arrived. My witch and I were thinking about how all these empty months had been, and how even they had been filled with things, just not the things that had been expected. Not with certain wordsContinue reading “These empty months”
Dreaming of kissing strangers
Missing those times, when there were just strangers. Discovering those eyes of his,and how they conquer the world,and are wounds ripped into this face,giving a clear view into shadows. Missing those times, when coffee and cake made up another witching dream. When skin on skin was thoughtand a beating heartgave away a violet sparkle. MissingContinue reading “Dreaming of kissing strangers”
Violet and sugar
When autumn arrived, I took my witch shopping. We strolled through a city emptied and distanced. We were not distanced. We were close. Really close. When it began to rain, she giggled into my ear, and we got wet.The lights so beautifully bright, because autumn made them brighter, as every year.We bought face masks withContinue reading “Violet and sugar”
The tragedy of witching
Witches are not real and witchcraft does not work. There are no candles scented with the power to convince a former lover to return, no violet clouds to be cooked in the backyard for eternal youth. This is only one of the witches tragedies. They live in a world in which something needed to beContinue reading “The tragedy of witching”
How the Basilisk kills
Witches dream just how the Basilisk kills. They have the most vivid dreams, that infect the world while spreading out of their eyes and into the air and through another pair of eyes into somebody to inflame their soul. Just as the Basilisk kills through poisoning the air, the witch infects the soul with desiresContinue reading “How the Basilisk kills”
Dreaming of witchcraft
I had to think about the daydreams that Layla had brought into my life. To those musings that energize, that cast feelings, give wings to fly.That make the skin feel softer, enlightened.In those empty days, they were everywhere.They where the last thing I thought about at night. And the first thoughts in the morning.They wereContinue reading “Dreaming of witchcraft”
A little addictive
Ice cream. I scream. Basecally the same thing, these nights. It was not always wine. Sometimes, Layla needed Ice cream. Ice cream tasted better at 4 AM, especially after getting lost on a field in the dark and having a really uncomfortable encounter with the farmer who owned that particular field. “What is he evenContinue reading “A little addictive”
And what did the universe say?
„And what did the universe say?“ Sometimes I wanted to answer this with „Nothing so far.“There was a lot of silence, a lot of opportunities having gone to dust, these days. But then again, there is something. There is the wind, and the highway on the other end of the field. There is the smellContinue reading “And what did the universe say?”
What keeps Layla awake
Daily life was a song to Layla. It was a melody taking over something deep inside. But what does that mean? When asking her, Layla opens up another bottle of wine and takes a gulp. Then she laughs about my concerned expression. „I couldn‘t care less“, she would say and her red hair would flyContinue reading “What keeps Layla awake”
Mistress witch writes 