The girl roamed the deserted streets, her head up to the clouds, they passed without lingering. They strolled through life without wanting to hold on for a second. They passed by, leaving nothing but emptiness.
The girl touched the cold stone wall of the old house. Without giving a thought to the old woman, the girl moved on. She wandered through light and dark streets, through large and small. And yet they were all the same to the girl. She looked up at the clouds again, they had all moved on without even asking if the girl would not go with them.
She watched longingly as the clouds moved out of the way, they were different from people.
She turned into the driveway of a red brick house. She knocked listlessly on the door. It was opened and an amiable voice asked for food. This voice resented the girl, she wanted to flee from her, just to live herself.Desperate she fled to her room, tears welled up in her eyes, how could she be so ruthless, how could she be so mean, they loved her. She threw herself on her bed, crying. How was she supposed to get herself under control, she desperately tore her blond hair. She wasn't brave, she was just a girl with one big mouth. Why didn't anyone understand that there was a difference, that she found herself so incredibly cowardly. Yes, she drowned in self-pity, you weren't allowed to have anything like that, no, never, but she did it, if only because she pitied her parents. How could she be like that? Her parents were to blame too, but then why did she feel responsible, had her father not said that he would not care if she moved out with her mother? Didn't he always have these incredible tantrums? Yeah just like her! He hadn't apologized to her. Not with your mother who was not to blame, not with your father, no, she was too proud.The girl was too proud, she was stupid.
She turned on her computer. A message from the sorceress, a page on which the sorceress published a story, her story. The girl kept crying, she cried because the words were eating into her heart, because she felt so incredibly liberated, because she was enchanted. She began to write, her fingers flying, her heart pounding. Words flowed from her hand and wrote down everything she felt, what she wanted to be and yet couldn't be. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her make-up mask ran off and she stayed behind with the words the sorceress had given her. With words that burned into your soul. She closed her eyes and knew that she would write about her life about joy and tears and about sorceresses.
sorceress


She enchants words
She enchants people
She is magical
and yet she works miracles
She conjures up tears
She conjures up joy
She enchants peopleHow am I supposed to thank her when she can't see herself?
She's the one to let me see
I can't do more than give her this
'Cause she's the one I admire

She enchants words
She enchants people
She enchants me!