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”
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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”
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!”
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”
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”
Witching wisdom #1
To be corrupted, you have to have a soul at all.To be transformed, your body has to have a shape at all.To have a nightmare, you have to be able to dream at all. To be deceived by all those fantasies your demon may paint in front of you, you have to have had theirContinue reading “Witching wisdom #1”
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.”
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”
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”
Update on not so much writing
It has been a while since I posted an update on the witching novel or an writing in general.I originally started this blog to document myself researching, writing, exploring the life of a woman ending up as a witch in the 17th century in Europe, remember? Oh, you do? Great, because lately I tend toContinue reading “Update on not so much writing”
Tale about a witching crisis
Why is everything I want to be so far awayfrom what I turn into?Why does my body and my skin freezewhen I want to keep breathing?Why is everything so dark and coldwhenever I feel like burning?Why does my skin bleedwhere it misses to be touched?Why do I needIce cream and wineand Vanilla and candlesand aContinue reading “Tale about a witching crisis”
About things that matter
I miss the feeling of doing something that matters. This morning, it took me 3 hours to convince myself that getting up, putting on pants and having a coffee still makes sense. Even before sitting up for the first time, my brain starts to replay the same dark thoughts I have been stuck with forContinue reading “About things that matter”
About wearing this skin
I wish I could wear my skin for youI don‘t know how to wear it on my own. I don‘t even have a skinbecause you never touched itI wish I had no lungs to breatheno voice to screamand I wish I had no heart to feelno head to dreamand store images, scents and melodiesof olderContinue reading “About wearing this skin”
About my bathroom floor
When laying on my bathroom floor, I have to pull my legs up to my stomach to fit into the small space under the sink.The first time I ever did this was when a bottle of wine had not been able to calm down my thoughts and I wanted to tear myself apart. My witchContinue reading “About my bathroom floor”
Tale about your silence
This soul was leaking out to you …… but only the rest the world was listening. I am singingin your silencescreaming in theabsence of yoursand spiralinginto the holeyou left behind.There are soundshere are wordsand imagesborn becauseyou are gone. „Writing a novel and setting up a whole new world because we cannot talk to you anymore“,Continue reading “Tale about your silence”
A witching heart
To every witching heart there is a someone that it is loving more than it should. A someone it is opening up to, it is letting see its shadows.And this someone will ask a lot of it, even more than the witching heart can bare, for all the best reasons.This someone will constantly remind theContinue reading “A witching heart”
A witching melody
The voice of a witch was believed to set the world on fire.The melody escaping those lips was feared to be the final melody, the very last frequency the universe would vibrate on, before eventually falling apart.Were witching melodies so awful? A sound to tear a wound into this world?„Maybe, they were so wonderful thatContinue reading “A witching melody”
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”
The struggle with time
„Time can bring me closer but also push me further from one thing“, I tell my witch.„Especially the one thing we are missing and yearning and feeling like we live for“, my witch agreed.„We never know.“ While writing my witching novel, I discovered a struggle with time.Or, with timing.With the time structure in my novel.ItContinue reading “The struggle with time”
How to jinx the universe
I want to jinx the universeFor me tohave you backhear your voice withstrawberries and creamwith wine and with a songon those lips of yours and mineat midnight. Can I jinx the universe?Put it allinto placethe ice cream andthe wine mixed withmy voice calling for yousummoning you back to metonight? Can I jinx the universe?Ask theContinue reading “How to jinx the universe”
Dystopia in summer
„These problems don‘t occur over night and it tells a lot about you that you did not fix it“, says the gray square that is my professor, and once again I realize that all my witching things have become an extra layer of skin because being alive hurts like hell and is unfair. It hasContinue reading “Dystopia in summer”
The emptiness of witching
Witches are born in the moment of total system failure. Before being reborn as a witch, one might have been a child to someone, or a friend, a spouse.Words hat certain meanings. Gestures and movements were seen.To the whole existence of a person, there was a response. But also, before being reborn as a witch,Continue reading “The emptiness of witching”
When sunsets are a reason to cry
My most happy sunsets always started in late February, or early March. In those weeks, it was still dark and cold, but sometimes the horizon was already burning with things about to come. Every year for a week in March I would visit my mother and the city I grew up in and also beContinue reading “When sunsets are a reason to cry”
Mistress witch writes 