Lines
Drawn works and works on paper.
2016 JAN
Back then, I wasn’t good at much. Not at school. Not at sports.
This was the first time someone asked me to look again.
My first drawing.
What stayed with you?
I waited. For a long, quiet while. Silently, for someone.
What stayed with you?
I hadn’t seen the place, only imagined it in lines. Then one day, I was there. And years later, I stayed.
Maybe the drawing remembered something I didn’t. Or maybe it simply got there first.
What stayed with you?
2016 FEB
Drawn years ago, for someone I once knew. The pencil stayed. So did time. A boy who never aged, and a kitten that never left.
What stayed with you?
His feelings were like a letter, folded long ago. No one opened it. The words slowly faded.
In the end—like the face beneath a hood— only a voiceless sentence remained.
Perhaps he was you. Perhaps he was me.
What stayed with you?
I drew this. And then, I went to the Navy.
My future, my feelings— quietly pressed down,
buried somewhere deep inside that heavy shape.
And then, time simply passed.
What stayed with you?
2016 MAR
What the two swans drew was a fleeting kind of love.
Like a feeling adrift on a river that never stays. And because no one knows where the current may carry us, this moment is beautiful for how easily it could vanish.
What stayed with you?
I stayed longer than I meant to. Then a face passed by.
Unfamiliar— but something in me remembered.
What stayed with you?
In memory, a single scene.
Happiness came softly, touched, then drifted away.
Left behind: a smile, and a longing that never fades.
What stayed with you?
2016 MAY
It started with a dot. Then it became something I could feel staring back.
What stayed with you?
She looked back once. The colour stayed longer than the moment.
Years passed. The gaze did not.
What stayed with you?
Time did not move. And somehow, I sat there.
Not slow and precise. Just slow. Just lost.
It took me years to realise: I was the one sitting still.
I left that silence behind.
What stayed with you?
2018 FEB
They took a cat’s affection without a word.
I grew to love people like that.
So I left this drawing quiet like them.
What stayed with you?
2025 JUL
It waits to speak. There’s a music that only silence remembers. She stayed long enough to hear it.
May your day move gently, like that kind of stillness.
What stayed with you?
2025 OCT
A quiet duet. Chopin and his muse, still at the piano.
The notes are gone. The scene is not.
What stayed with you?
2025 NOV
Deep into the woods. Where the light fades, she remained. As if someone might arrive.
What stayed with you?