I’m an unfinished piece of art. I always will be, because my palette is always changing. Somedays you’ll see this. Other days, I’ll drink my colours away. To capture me candid, you’d see a canvas of truth. In these moments, you are the artist. Not me. You’ll see me in many shades, many blends. And through the eyes of each observer, I’ll be in a different light. At the centre of it all lies a cryptic mind, but a heart with a level playing field. It evens it out. But the tones to my existence bare no reflection of the inside. Sometimes. Because I bottle it up. There are days where my paint wont be wasted, for fear of revealing my true masterpiece.