To be really happy...?
Maybe I was crazy.
Maybe i still am...
nowadays, anyway.
Maybe my idea of hapiness was distorted then.
The thought of being alone, in a dimly lit classroom near evening.
Just me, my sketchpad and pencil.
And I was happy.
No friends around.
No enemies either.
No more people around to judge me.
To hurt me.
To laugh or comment.
To even look at me.
Nobody.
And I was happy.
Even if that meant having to hide from everyone else.
Just drawing there.
Doodles and shi*.
My heaven here on earth...
wasn't where
they were.
wasn't a store
wasn't even a place.
It was somewhere only I knew.
It was...
the next blank page of my sketchpad.
