The hidden sketchbook
Under the pillow, I found it – a sketchbook. I picked it up slowly, taking care not to disturb Tim’s sleep. As I flipped through it, I expected to find superheroes or funny characters, doodles typical of his age. But that’s not what I saw. Page after page revealed something completely different, images that formed an unexpected narrative, gradually illuminating the whirlwind hidden in Tim’s inner world.
The Hidden Sketchbook
Drawings of loneliness
On each sheet, Tim was depicted alone: sitting on a park bench, looking out of the windows with a deeply sad air. It was like a visual diary, an intimate record of emotions that he never put into words. My heart squeezed with each stroke, the simple lines charged with loneliness. They were much more than just drawings – they were direct openings to his heart. I wondered in anguish what had driven him to create such images.
Drawings Of Loneliness
