Tristan (4 years ago)
I sat by the old and grumpy oak tree near the end of our farm with my sketch pad and pencil. This is from where I could see her. This is from where I could sketch her. She plays by her backyard with her pug and I watch her from the distance. I am too much of a loner to go and talk to her. She is beautiful and ethereal. Long wavy golden hairs, blue eyes, the plumpest lips I have ever seen and the most beautiful pale skin. Our eyes meet several times but I don't have the guts to do anything more than that.
I sketch her as she plays and I fantasize about her in the night. I think of her in my arms. I try to feel how it would feel to kiss her beautiful lips. How it would feel to have her in my life. Touch
