Twenty One

                           ~Adam~

We went to the farthest corner of the Art Gallery. Most of my paintings weren't there and they were mostly happy pictures, sketches, and all by secondary school students. Nothing deep or overly intriguing. It's kinda exhausting to look at too happy pictures.

It's kind of depleting.

And not exactly depicting.

Kunmi had not exactly said a thing since we got here, just looking at the pictures and following my lead.

"This is yours."

She stated all of a sudden, almost startling me and I turned to look at the painting that she was talking about. It was a picture of a teenage boy staring out of his window, far into the horizon, at the setting sun. It was t I couldn't remember when I drew the picture or the inspiration behind it.

"Yes but then, how do you know t