A shape that changes every time I find out who I am and there for my life has become a youth circle…a life that turns upside down and will let you hang on a string for a time then when you’re not looking it’ll loop back into its shape. Trying ethnic boundaries and being somebody who isn’t anybody is a simple task I feel I have to go through. Nothing and I mean the world hasn’t and doesn’t bring colour into my vision…but it does keep me in my black and white scene. Jumping to the next step sounds right but doesn’t look possible. I stand here under the stars looking at you and everyone that stands behind and I can’t see anything else. Feeling after feeling and a feeling I don’t trust.
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