Don't Make Me Sad

Four: Drawing

Where am I?

Why do I feel so happy?

I feel like I have everything that I didn't have before.

I feel like I don't need anything anymore.

I feel like I can do everything because
I'm free.

I feel like I am loved.

I wish this day is forever.

No time running.
No moments wasting.
No ending.

"Hey!"  I looked back as heard a voice of a boy.

He sounds like an angel God sent me.

But I think I'm just hearing things.

Moments passed by and the voice didn't call me for the second time.

"Yeah I'm just hearing things" I said to myself while looking down at my barefoot-- toes.

"No. I'm real" I heard it again.

"Who are you?" I asked as I look around the room.

I heard the door creaked open.

I saw a boy-- wearing a plain white shirt
Denim ripped pants
And an old school vans

With streaks of blonde hair
And has blue round eyes looking at me.

I'm missing my brother while looking at him.

He smiles as he walks towards me.

He cupped my face and look into my eyes.

"You're so beautiful I hope you're mine"
He said and give me a one sweet kiss.

It felt so special

I feel like he's sincere.

I think knew this boy but I can't remember.

I think he's somewhere I saw maybe in my dream?

I knew this boy who liked to draw.

He drew pictures that nobody saw.

He was most artistic late at night,

In the bathroom out of sight.

He kept a secret no one knew.

He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew.

His drawings were different, no paper or pen.

But needed a bandage now and again.

We stood by the river under the star,

He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.

He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoe.

Then I rolled up my sleeves and said
"I draw too"

I remembered that dream.
The dream about Drawing.

That dream was years ago.

That's why I think he's familiar.

I look around the room.

No sense of him.

I think he left already.

I need to find him to confirm something.

I need to know who he is.