I've been drawing illustrations for the anonymous poem He Drew. I read the poem when I was about seven, and it's stuck with me ever since. Many people have told me I'm not alone.
"He always wanted to say things, but no-one understood.
He always wanted to explain things, but no-one cared."
"So he drew."
"Sometimes he would just draw and it wasn't anything. He wanted to carve it in stone or write it in the sky."
Again, my illustrations but not my poem. More pictures in a few days; you can find the whole poem online if you go looking.
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