Chapter 33 my sketch

my sketch Rememberers of distant lands, Me, I am a lonely creature. If I paint myself, It was a simple still life. I am a combination of youth and old age, I have a healthy body and a sick mind. Among my friends I have a reputation for straightforwardness, I'm a moron when it comes to love. For when a maiden loves me, I'm going to be terrified at first. I am afraid of tender eyes, Like being afraid of the rising sun in the blue sky in early spring. I am tall, I have bright eyes; I chatted and laughed freely with a hearty voice. But when I am depressed, I am silent, Depressed, with all my twenty-four-year-old heart.