Van Gogh's Starry Night

"Some days i am Van Gogh’s Starry Night,
other days i am his suicide letter."

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic,
never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that.
If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work,
like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it.
It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs.
There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing,
but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better.
Everyone has their own yellow paint.

And You, are my yellow paint.


"I am a forest, and a night of dark trees:
but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."

━ Friedrich Nietzsche

*for @illustrationfriday this week's topic: "Women"

The Princess and the Goblin

Book cover for The Princess and the Goblin, a children's fantasy novel by George MacDonald, published in 1872.

Hard Times

Book cover for Hard Times, an 1854 novel by Charles Dickens.

The Living Poetry

You fell in love with the artist,
the one who,
even after you broke their heart,
made you look like something 
made you sound like
a miracle.

They wrote you a thousand poems,
crafted you a million different ways,
all making you exist within the lines of beauty.

Do you know how lucky you are?
To have broken the heart of someone,
someone who will turn you into art?
You've been alive before,
but never like this.