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!”
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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.”
For one thing to survive
Once I saw you when the sky was pink,but I want to see you when the sky is golden.Once I saw you in a storm,but I want to see you when it‘s raining.In a world constantly breaking,I want to keep you,to give one thing a chanceto survive. „Whenever I‘m hoping, I can feel someone laughingContinue reading “For one thing to survive”
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”
My darkness fell for you
One lookand your eyes were on mewere all over meleft a sparkleand my darkness fell for you. You looked at me.At least you looked at me. Did you look at me and decided against me?Did you look at me and thought of coming back later?Did you look at me and did something scare you? IContinue reading “My darkness fell for you”
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”
Thoughts on novel writing!
One thing I have always enjoyed about novels in reading as in writing is the possibility to narrate the whole life span of a person. To tell the events of several years or decades, and to explore how these different stages of a life might have felt, how big changes might have happened, and allContinue reading “Thoughts on novel writing!”
Tale for afterwards
What if I have dreamed my perfect witching dream and still have to fall asleep tonight? What if he was my sunset but a new day is already beginning? What if there was loss and there was pain and weight and joy and a smile and now is nothing?
Tale about the Mistress
Why do I write this blog in the name of the Mistress? Why do I call her that? Since now and then we get approached by people having their very own ideas about it in mind, I thought this deserves to be a blog post in its own. One answer to why I decided toContinue reading “Tale about the Mistress”
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”
You are my sunset
There will alwaysbe another daybut not anotheryou and me1000 questionsin my head,which I willnever ask.I fearthe answer,just likethe sunrise.
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”
Drown with me.
„I‘m not asking you to be with me“, I whisper into the sunset. „I‘m asking you to drown with me.“ Lay downand lay stillin the oceanof thoughts and dreamsthat won‘t belonginto this worldever again. Hold mehold onto mein this sea ofa you and methat could have beenthat should have beenbut never was. Witches fall inContinue reading “Drown with me.”
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”
Words to scream at the end
Lately, all I am able to think during long and surreal nights are words my witch might have screamed on one of her many potential death beds, when blood was flooding her and still there were all these memories of moments that never were. „I want to liveto taste your lipsand sometimesI want deathto touchContinue reading “Words to scream at the end”
Mistress witch writes 