I carry witching words with me to remind me of my dream of empathy. These spells are written for shared darkness and the dream of empathy in leaking souls. My dream of empathy.
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Tale of hearts and needles
Tonight‘s tale is about a precious thing.Precious enough to have the witch, the quiet girl, the weird one gather all her courage and say:„We were too good for this world!“Too good to exist within it?Where to find the path to walk, the place to rest?Where, if together you are nothing but the dream of howContinue reading “Tale of hearts and needles”
In the need for magic – winter stolstice thoughts
With a hot fairy in front of me and my witch in the back of my head, I am looking at the dark blue sky and feel almost equipped to face it. „Don‘t forget the crazy mouse“, my witch giggles and pours us another cup. Having the choice between vanilla or hazelnut, I feel memoriesContinue reading “In the need for magic – winter stolstice thoughts”
This skin needs to feel!
This skin needs to feel.It needs to feel for me to last. This skin needs the light to sparkle,providing a tickling,to reach behind the surfaceto heart and soul.It needs to warm up,to sometimes burn.This skin can play with fire. This skin needs the rain,as icy drops to feel like needles,but leave it whole.It needs theContinue reading “This skin needs to feel!”
My stubbornness of writing!
Lately, I have been wondering if my time to take a little break from writing and posting might have come. Don‘t worry, the witch in the back of my head protested and I know that I am much to stubborn and inspired (or obsessed with my few moments of magic) to go through with it.Still,Continue reading “My stubbornness of writing!”
Recognizing Dystopia
Maybe it is a flickering at the horizon, or the lack of colours in the world. It can be a drumming in the distance making your cup of coffee spill over the edge. Either way, it does not seem easy to miss once Dystopia opens its eyes and sheds its light onto your world.„And yetContinue reading “Recognizing Dystopia”
How demons own you!
When was the last time that you have felt as if there was something in your back? You that is not a witch or a wizard, but simply a person – did the feeling not ever pass? Not even when you were pressed onto a wall, with no space in your back? And still, itContinue reading “How demons own you!”
Tale about the girl in the sugar house
What is the fate of the girl living alone in a house in the forest? Tainted in Vanilla, covered in sugar and made from delicious dreams, this is an image just as legendary as the girl inside being finally caught on fire.But what else does the world hold for her?A world that has gone dark,Continue reading “Tale about the girl in the sugar house”
Flavourless tale
A girl once lost her scent, her taste, her flavour in all the good intentions she was carrying around. Good intentions that were wasted in a universe gone mad, so she had lost it all for nothing and is out there with an ashen face.The girl that spontaneously went colorblind wears nothing but a corsetContinue reading “Flavourless tale”
Dystopia fault
The horizon is glowing.The days keep coming, in purple and blue.„Is this my Dystopia fault?“, I ask my witch. In the past years, I have come across one statement about the newly felt fragility of life very often, and I have constantly felt as if something about that was not right.So often have I readContinue reading “Dystopia fault”
A surreal state of unfinished dreams
I have discovered one writing habit of mine which I would call my weirdest, and now that I think about it, it does not only show in my writing. Whenever I work on something, I like to divide it into three parts. I passionately enjoy the first one, I struggle a lot with the secondContinue reading “A surreal state of unfinished dreams”
When two souls gently touch
„When I see you“ were words whispered through a breath daring enough to outlast Dystopia, as soft as it was. When I see you,I am not afraid of pain unbearableI open my chestI leak out in front of youPlease drown in meWhen I see you,I find the final frequencyI sing the very last one ofContinue reading “When two souls gently touch”
Dystopia youth
„When were you young?“, I ask my witch one early evening as we sit with a hazelnut flavoured hot chocolate by the window and watch dramatic clouds appear over the roof tops. I do not need a reminder of the last decade before the 30-years-war began, but rather want to catch some memories. And makeContinue reading “Dystopia youth”
Long night thoughts – A writing update
I don‘t exactly suffer from writer‘s block these days. I force myself to sacrifice sleep and rest to write and write, but nothing good seems to come of it. This happens. It has happened before, and eventually I have found my routine again, and I created things that I liked again. Still, whenever I runContinue reading “Long night thoughts – A writing update”
Surviving the ending with my witch!
„Is it okay to microwave vodka?“, I ask my witch at 4 AM as if she‘d know. „My tea got cold.“And she giggles. „Why is there even tea in your vodka?“Yes, it is that way around. Not the other. Why?Because I once again have to deal with questions I can only ever ask my witchContinue reading “Surviving the ending with my witch!”
Lovely demonic advice
Has there been a fire?Is that why your cheeks are covered in gray and your breath is a cough?Has it made you run too fast? Chased you away when you were out of breath?Is there a gray cloud threatening your sky?Just like a storm hanging at the horizon?Ready to burst.To suffocate you.Is that why yourContinue reading “Lovely demonic advice”
A few surprising facts about witch hunts!
The term witch hunt is often used when someone became very provocative, asked an uncomfortable question, or even tried to change the way things are. When someone tried to shake things up and made some enemies, we tend to call the consequences a witch hunt. Since even J.K. Rowling was granted a lot of attentionContinue reading “A few surprising facts about witch hunts!”
Personal essay – Searching for a warm thought in an autumn night!
Since it‘s a dark and seemingly endless November night that also has me trapped in bed with another Covid-infection, I think it‘s time to question my motivation, and my witch giggles. “Yes, that is what makes these nights easier”, she whispers into our midnight coffee. Where were we?My motivation to make it through the darkContinue reading “Personal essay – Searching for a warm thought in an autumn night!”
Why being human is so terrifying
„Is it called eye shadow, because you use it to paint extra shadows under your eyes?“, my witch asks as I blink into the mirror and the upper eyelid, the under one as well as my cheeks are sparkling in silver. Still sparkling, but also looking ill.Looking like no decent sleep for a while.Like aContinue reading “Why being human is so terrifying”
The dream of love and chocolate!
„Why is it always terrible things that are thought to belong in life?“, I ask my witch over a midnight coffee. Why always those that hurt and are unbearable?Why heartbreak and falling apart?Why never friendship and chimney fire?Never love and chocolate.Why still the shards left behind by things once loved?Those shards, still good enough toContinue reading “The dream of love and chocolate!”
Why I once loved to watch sitcoms! A few memories.
I wanted to write about my old love for sitcoms for a while now, but of course had to wait for the saddest opportunity to do so, because it‘s me…„It‘s the comforting evening ritual and background chatter I used to get through the day before I knew how to summon you“, I tell my witchContinue reading “Why I once loved to watch sitcoms! A few memories.”
Nostalgia and fragility – A history – photo post!
Places can tell so many stories. Just think of all the things walls could give away about you, if they could talk and were able to remember.Some places that I have been to with my witch felt like a kind of fairytale that I would have liked to read when I was little. Some othersContinue reading “Nostalgia and fragility – A history – photo post!”
How to kiss a witch!
Have you ever wondered how to find a witch that would bespell you? The one that would let you close? One that would embrace you, even grant you pieces of their skin? Gift you kisses? Tingle your soul into madness and set this world on fire? Maybe you have tried to summon one.With ice creamContinue reading “How to kiss a witch!”
Spiraling with the dead! For my grandmother.
„It‘s so obvious!“, my witch complains about every opening sentence that I have attempted to write for this blog post yet. Sometimes, it takes time to realize the most obvious things, even if they wait at every corner everyday. Or maybe even because they do. This one is about the dead which I have enviedContinue reading “Spiraling with the dead! For my grandmother.”
“Have you put your trust in the right one?”
Have you put your trust in the right one?The one who dares to ride the tides of the universe?Someone who never forgets?Who tinks of you longingly,when drowning in its flood? Or did you lose your heart with the other one?The one who is more of a flickering light?Born in thunder, it flashes up.When it lostContinue reading ““Have you put your trust in the right one?””
Of dead flowers and chocolate!
What are those words for that are whispered into dried flowers, carrying memories of a troubled past?She keeps whispering those words.As if the person who got her those flowers once had not already left a long while ago.Such a long while that the leaves are a faded yellow.One that died ages ago but still needsContinue reading “Of dead flowers and chocolate!”
Setting my schedule on fire!
I am thinking about canceling my blogging plan for the week. Do you remember how I came up with this idea of writing specific kind of posts on chosen weekdays? Ever since I established this, I wrote less and less. It might be because I had to deal with lots of paper work, taxes andContinue reading “Setting my schedule on fire!”
Tale about the darkest shades
“Darkness comes in so many shades.Yours I had never seen before.I almost did not notice.It was a cloud in a passionate storm.The thunder forced you to hide.The sky that was purple for meburned your eyes. I was once therewhen you opened them up again.A light cut through darkness.Vanilla scented and burning bright.You had found yourContinue reading “Tale about the darkest shades”
My favourite coffee places in Budapest
After living and working in Budapest for a little while, there are so many things to write and think about. There were places full of history as I have not seen and felt it before, beautiful moments to capture and have a coffee in and so much more! The little witch in the back ofContinue reading “My favourite coffee places in Budapest”
Coffee in poetry (in pictures)
This poetry wednesday is dedicated to coffees that were dreamed of with words that were thought, still ready to happen and be said one day. I often write when I cannot talk to someone although I would need to. My favourite writing moments are these daydreams of words. Just like the daydream of sharing aContinue reading “Coffee in poetry (in pictures)”
Mistress witch writes 