//photo from deviantart

I caught Peter Pan drawing in action tonight.



I told him, the nation is running wild because of H1N1.
He drew three balls with eye one each, "balls and balls of it, yet who dares to play a game with them?"



I told him, Michael Jackson died,
& I admitted, I thought he was scary enough looking, but I still felt sad for him.
He drew a withered plant, and said, "you will never notice it until it dies"



I told him, I got a passion in my heart.
Uhm, no, two. Eh, no, actually three, :D
He stoned in front of the paper.
He passed me his paintbrush, and said, "your time to draw, because you know it best"



(:
Things always come so familiar, when they are so close to you.