|For my Father|
I've always found these difficult, not because I don't know how to describe myself, but because, like artwork I change with the mood of life. I can be utterly colourful to increasingly dark in an incredibly short amount of time.|
Mostly I am mellow as I try to be as peaceful as I can in a world full of Chaos and anger, which to the untrained eye, makes me seem plain and boring. Those who are close to me would never call me such, they have seen me at my worst and at my best.
In some ways, I suppose I am still like a teenager going through an identity crisis. Trying to be myself and satisfy everyone at the same time. I know it is an impossible task, but the love I have for those in my life make me want to try...