I knew a boy who likes to draw to draw a picture that no one saw they were big and they were small he was most artistic late at night when he knew nobody is in sight. He kept his secret no one knew and his gallery grew and grew his drawings were different no pen no paper in sight. We stood at the river for different things that night, one to end and one for a new beginning the stars were still as we stood apart he rolled up his sleeves to show me his art. he looked back down at his shoes he was embarrassed so was me to I rolled up my sleeve and said with all my might I used to draw to.
