Like fools chase after one another in summer Under that polka-dotted umbrella.
-photos by sylvia.
To walk past the restricted artistic area after school every day has become somewhat a special part of my daily walk home from school. Things might never be the same again, but it is only then that I see you, always sure to sit on the stool with your back against us, intently finishing the art piece you were blackmailed to finish. Which is a very pretty artwork, by the way. So I slow down my pace and watch you a little longer, being sure you would never turn around and see me.
It is only then that I can genuinely look at you and see that you're still alive, and smile like I want to without any restraints. (: