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Blood and Ink

I bleed my heart out onto this page. This snow-white blank page. Black ink and red blood. Misery can create beauty and melancholy can capture pretty pictures. One more unspoken word. Ink. One more untold story. Blood. The pressure becomes unbearable, so I open my mouth and I open my heart. I speak ink and…
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#sundaystory: Annabell

The information given was: a) English b) Annabell c) hearing impaired, smile, charge syndrome d) suitable for children dedicated to Anca and Annabell Tommy is seven years old and today it’s his little sister’s birthday. All her friends are there. The garden is decorated with balloons, there is cake in the kitchen and confetti on…
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Oceandeep

Photo & Editing: Ralph Wietek I tried to keep you close to me. I didn’t succeed, I didn’t succeed. A thousand seas I would have sailed, but I failed, I failed. Tried my best to protect you from the storm that was raging in my chest, but my best just wasn’t good enough, so I…
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Dear Brother

#tbt: I once submitted this one to a flash fiction competition with the given topic of „a lie“. Unfortunately, I didn’t win, but I hope you like it. 🙂 Dear Brother, Probably you’re going to call me a liar, as everyone else does in our neat and narrow-minded neighbourhood. But you’re old enough now. Happy…
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Underground

I enter the underground. It’s packed, but there is a free seat next to a woman of distant origin. Round about forty. She’s rummaging in her handbag, but takes it onto her lap and shuffles around to make space for me. She gives me a smile, barely noticeable, but a smile so full of warmth…
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In Memoriam

Dieser Beitrag ist auch auf Deutsch verfügbar translated from the German original Since death has taken you away from me I learned how fragile life can be. Life’s journey we all share but seldom there are hands that care. Now we think it’s broken, the bond that once was so strong, but no one can…
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In Erinnerung

This entry is also available in English Dass du von uns gegangen bist,  zeigt uns, wie zerbrechlich dieses Leben ist,  zerbrechlich und wertvoll doch zugleich.  Wir schwimmen alle in demselben Teich  und reichen uns dennoch selten nur die Hand.  Wir empfinden es als zerrissen, was uns einst verband,  doch kann dieses Band nichts und niemand…
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Mirror Madness

Dieser Beitrag ist auch auf Deutsch verfügbar Photo & Editing: Ralph Wietek Fitting to the upcoming Halloween, here something uncanny 😉 Mirror Madness The uncanny. The unfamiliar. Something that doesn’t feel familiar, not like home anymore. The other. And yet it is in my home. Should normally be an image of myself and not of…
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Spiegelwahn

This entry is also available in English Photo & Editing: Ralph Wietek Passend zum bevorstehenden Halloween mal etwas unheimlicheres 😉 Spiegelwahn Das Unheimliche. Etwas, das sich nicht mehr heimlich, heimelig, wie ein Heim anfühlt. Das Andere. Und doch ist es in meinem Heim. Soll eigentlich ein Abbild meiner Selbst und nicht des Anderen sein. Es…
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Enough

#tbt: Enough! Nobody ever thought that she’d leave them. But she left them all. They fought too much or not enough. Why she left them? Because they didn’t have the right perception of her. And she couldn’t convince them to change their view. Is it now her fault because she was incapable to show them…
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Book Recommendation: The Book Thief

As I have honoured Markus Zusak’s work in my latest #sundaystory, I’d now like to give a ‚real‘ recommendation for this book. Attention! There might be some spoilers. But this is going to be more of a personal story about this book. So, let’s start at the beginning. As you might know by now, I…
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Lonely Heart of an Artist

Lonely Heart of an Artist Maybe I have to have a lonely heart to be a good artist. From time to time I’m allowed a small glimpse of what it feels like to be connected and this feeling causes enthusiasm and enthusiasm causes energy and this energy can be transformed into art. Maybe I’d be…
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My Secret Place

for a lovely girl, P. My Secret Place When you feel bitter in your heart as if all the pieces of you fall apart and you feel lost in time and space, don‘t give up, but search for that secret place that‘s hidden deep inside yourself and you will feel protected by a shell that…
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Reflection

Photo: Kathrin Mauksch I look into the mirror but it doesn’t reflect me. A blurred silhouette in a watery periphery. I trusted a stranger and I doubted my heart. Seems like I mistook angels for demons and demons for angels. A blurred picture in a watery mirror. I do not reflect. I’m trapped. Stuck. My…
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Broken Angel

Photo & Editing: Tofublock Photography I’m a broken angel, But not a fallen one, I’m gonna fix it and once it’s done, I’m gonna lift and raise up high, Above the shiniest star I’m gonna fly, With mended wings, A puppet without strings, Forget all the struggle and the mess, White light is gonna caress…
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