Well, I suppose I could say a lot about about myself, but why would I say anything. But I should, shouldn't I? My name is lost in time, my secrets hidden in a whirlwind of space, denied of existence. My colour does not matter to anyone with an open mind, I am whom ever you wish me to be. Though my face may speak for itself, the heaviness in my eyes from the life I have witnessed thus far. I will not continue because there is nothing more to say.
I'd appreciate feedback on the work I submit, so don't hold back if you think it awful.