Him Or Her

Standing up the easel and putting on a scrap piece of paper, the person with grey eyes and olive skin blinked aimlessly at the new found lay out of the untouched page. A smile was not apparent on the cracked lips of the mouth. Above, the stars did their thing and twinkled. A single petal of blossom floated into disappearance amongst the nightfalls navies. The hand pencilled a staggering drunken man, covered head to toe in an alcoholic quiver; he was slowly killing his own liver. Then the hand smudged a river under a delightful starry sky; the man in the picture too bewildered in mind to feel the piercing coldness from the rivers wind. The drawing a work of amateur art that nobody had not yet seen.