The human soul changes the way our handwriting does over the years.

We learn the basics of it early on, and create our own unique alphabet.

We perfect it, our letters turn into full readable sentences, turn into letters.

We become comfortable with it, we are recognizable through the strokes we make on paper.

And it is when we've finally created our final draft, that we notice how much it differs ...

With the night comes darkness, but also stars

With every cry comes sadness, but also relief

With every fall comes failure, but also a lesson

In every bad thing, is a good thing hidden

Us humans focus on those bad things, since they are bigger than the good ones. As the darkness of the night is bigger than the stars. The darkness overshadows them; it makes them invisible. The stars are only visible...

It was a beautiful painting, called Warmth In The Ice, the illustrator used the inspiration of a girl who had fallen in ice and never swam back up. The painter worked with the light from the sun reflecting on the ice. She painted sun rays that had fallen with the girl, a big lake surrounded the girl, there was nothing else but ice and light.

I stood before it, trying to figure out how and why the...

My mother spat the words in my face as I held my knife to her throat. I had her pinned to my bedroom wall, the paint of the walls surrounding us had faded over de years. I haven't been in this room for a while, haven't been near my mother, my enemy. I felt sorry for her, she was jealous of the love I shared with Luther. The love she cant feel for anyone anymore, after the passing of my father. I s...