White Magic Studio

As if she wasn’t beautiful enough, she shamed the night sky when her graphite lead pure artistry across the blank page. Shading; effortless. Her mind was every colour, her pencil the conductor. Grey, perhaps, was her tool of choice. But the depth and the endless spectrum amongst pale canvas made it a rainbow. She was magic, and her creations were nothing less than herself: Phenomenal.

Silence is for solitude, and you are not alone; You are with many and you all have a voice. Your words matter. They contribute to every exchange, every contact, every bond. They are special, unique, and powerful, because they are yours. Never stay quiet. People will criticise what you have to say because they could never possibly comprehend your mind’s ethics. You are an individual with thoughts shared by no one. Be proud of that.

Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where.
But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.