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!”
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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?”
Tale about moonless nights
To see the moon turn bloody the other night, my witch and I took a late walk, and as we came across a part of the forest which I always loved to see in nights enlightened by the moon and feared deeply in the dark nights of its absence, I admitted to her how thoseContinue reading “Tale about moonless nights”
Some magical thoughts on books!
I like to imagine how its pages would feel between my fingers, how they would whisper, and how the words that I had been leaking out would be organized on them – One day, I want to hold the witching novel in my hands!Just as I have once been holding so many books that savedContinue reading “Some magical thoughts on books!”
Post-Dystopia silence
Now that I have things back to sooth my soul, I have to wonder whether I‘m actually soothing it or simply numbing myself. „No really“, I tell my witch, as I empty another glass bottle over the kitchen sink. „I‘d like to feel things again. Like, anything. And also, I got all these recipes wrong.“Continue reading “Post-Dystopia silence”
Witchcraft! – Because Daddy is busy
Just in case you’ve ever wondered why he owns this world allows for nightmares to never end and its horrors to become true – he just got busy. The one who could forbid the demons to catch your heart in its weakest moment and lure it into darkness.The one who could defeat the monster notContinue reading “Witchcraft! – Because Daddy is busy”
A witching question
Learning about witches is just another funny attempt to cope with existing as a human being. Being human is a difficult thing.It shows the desire to grab a something deep inside that defines who we are, while also excluding all of the things that are too terrible and still keep on happening. We call thingsContinue reading “A witching question”
Tale about losing you
“Once I considered you a friend, But then you said that things were going to be fine when all that ever was were waves of death leaving no air to breathe. Once I considered you a lover, But then you promised to come back although you saw the path connecting us on fire. And IContinue reading “Tale about losing you”
Tale about my favourite wizard
Once the wizard spoke, the universe was vibrating.The wizard had a voice so soft and warm to melt a heart away and turn it into something new.But did he really do that?Did he really add up new things, and changed the shape, the rhythm and the course?My witch knows that he didn‘t.His words still wereContinue reading “Tale about my favourite wizard”
Dystopia ride!
„Why did you do this, sweetie?“, asks the woman with the colorful painted face, as her eyes are already losing focus again. We were driving through the golden evening sun, and the other passengers were observing us skeptically.The woman who had started talking to me was maybe 40 years old, and her face was paintedContinue reading “Dystopia ride!”
I love you, but my skin won’t last.
She sees you throuhg eyes searching for the smile of the skull. They search for the core and they tear things down. She does not see houses but steel withstanding while walls collapse. She does not see people but skin decaying and bones revealed. She rests her head on where your shoulder is supposed toContinue reading “I love you, but my skin won’t last.”
About the instability of things
Living during what could easily be the end of the longest era of (more or less) global stability has an awful lot of things to do with people either not realizing it, or enjoying the collapse of things far too much. To the first ones: Do you remember this proverb about setting things free? ThisContinue reading “About the instability of things”
In the name of my witch
The second morning in a row that I ordered coffee in Layla‘s name. Check! The weather couldn‘t decide between sunshine and a blizzard and I had once again not slept nearly enough, and I was wondering if my black dress with all its ruffles and mash was actually fitting to teach the little children waitingContinue reading “In the name of my witch”
How to not fail in flames!
Going down in flames is not as much fun as it may seem to a heart aching in Dystopia. Typing these words, my thoughts return to the nice man wearing a silver west over a fine shirt while explaining the model of a candle light and pointing out the 1300°C it could reach, and oh!Continue reading “How to not fail in flames!”
Manic Dystopia
Have enough of our loved ones been absorbed by plague, war, and the general collapse of things for us to pose as a baroque painting? My witch said yes, so just think of all the pretty things we‘re gonna get now! Just like Emilie Autumn once sang about pretty dresses and hair when expecting toContinue reading “Manic Dystopia”
Tale about desperate words
In that moment which I am now writing about, the world had been leaking, wounded and sour, and my witch had been fallen down on her knees, and had been pleading once more with the one who owned her witching heart. And of the many words that could have left her lips in that moment,Continue reading “Tale about desperate words”
The myth of Dystopia
Do you remember the meme that made the round a few years ago and was about how our grandparents apparently described their way to school?Barefoot through a blizzard, fighting off wild animals and all of that on their own?Or, have you ever come across this weird saying about difficult times making great people … and,Continue reading “The myth of Dystopia”
Post against war
I can smell sweat and acrylic paint, and my hand aches from holding on to a wooden handle for a few hours too long. A heavy weight on my chest has eased for at least a few breaths after all of this and I feel a strange love for all the people around me. TheContinue reading “Post against war”
Hearts don’t count.
Daddy said it‘s fine,so we‘ll cut off this kin.It‘s not gonna hurt, right?It‘s never gonna hurt. Daddy says it‘s fine,so we‘ll let them tear our hearts out.Because they don‘t count, right?Hearts don‘t count. „But he said, it‘s fine“, my witch giggled as a response to me throwing my cup of tea at the wall, whileContinue reading “Hearts don’t count.”
Witching healings
Once there were nights whose deep blue was sparkling and was vibrating on that frequency of a wonderful melody. Those sparkles were a warm and cozy orange, and the melody was one to lift you up without ever losing hold. Those nights tasted like ice cream and wine and had sugar sprinkles on them. „So,Continue reading “Witching healings”
“One day. Just not today.”
I want to show youthe rosesthat grewin thoseraindrops of minewhile you weregone. I wanted to show youoh so manythings justbefore weentered theafterward. While I was chasingand dreamingand collectingthe seeds fortomorrowthe night grewlong. I always wonderedwhat rosescould growand howraindropswould feelif youcould be herein theafterward. Written all those times when I promised myself „one day, but notContinue reading ““One day. Just not today.””
Thoughts and photos in old places!
Old places tease stories.These stories can be full of yearning. Places with an old soul can have this fascination. It is easy to glorify the past, although there never were the good old days. They were just full of different problems that were either luckily solved or forgotten. And still, an old staircase barely visibleContinue reading “Thoughts and photos in old places!”
About all things bad and evil
„Why are bad things even allowed to happen?“, I have asked my witch more than just once during my sleepless nights, and she has giggled wisely, because that was something she had made the world wonder about so very often.And so Layla laughed. „If she ever was supposed to be Daddy‘s girl and has simplyContinue reading “About all things bad and evil”
Stomping through Dystopia
Have you ever set something on fire? Or someone? Or, do you think there is someone who would really like to burn you? How many people exactly do you think would like to see you burn?My witch giggles over my left shoulder. „You own small talk“, she states.I definitely know that I don‘t.But that‘s notContinue reading “Stomping through Dystopia”
About a witching skin
Once you have found one of those lonely ones, you might ask yourself how to recognize those witches among them?Among those living in the shadows with needles and the flesh of a murderer in their pockets, as mothers without children, or as those that simply are sleepless at night.How to recognize those that really areContinue reading “About a witching skin”
Mistress witch writes 