Connections through art
“Your drawings convey an intense story,” I commented, wanting him to feel proud rather than embarrassed. “We could work on this together,” I suggested calmly, without any pressure. Tim nodded slowly, mulling over the idea. It would be a lengthy process, but still a first step, a small breach in the wall he himself had erected. What I wanted most was to show him that we could face everything side by side.
Connections Through Art
Opening
Tim let out a long sigh, as if he had kept it in for too long. “I just… feel out of place,” he mumbled, his voice wavering. My heart squeezed at his revelation. In front of me was a boy who felt lost in the middle of life. I listened carefully, nodding in understanding, grateful for his courage to open up. From that moment on, we were on the same journey together, committed to making things lighter for both of us.
Opening up
