I'm an artist. I like drawing, I love collecting and using different materials. Oil, acrylic, pencil, markers, crayons, all of them I enjoy using and blending their colours. Being an artist, it helped me express my emotions and feelings in ways words can't. I draw a lot when I'm happy. I use vibrant colours to showcase that Hey! I'm feeling good! I draw with admiration when I'm in love. I slowly and carefully draw the portrait of the person I love. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to making a portrait for him because I want to be able to capture everything about him. the smallest details, the mole on his shoulder, his crooked smile. I barely draw when I'm sad. I don't have the strength to even hold the pencil when I feel broken inside. I can say that after you? art is my second love. i love drawing a lot because it makes me feel good. it makes me happy like damn! I'm able to create something like this??? but after you were gone? everything seemed dull the world around me looked gray. The colors seemed to lose their vibrance. Their meanings. everything looks gloomy. I can't hold the pencil anymore. I can't find the strength to create something anymore. it's like when you left, you took all the colors with you, leaving me in a dark, colourless realm I hope one day you'd come back and bring the sunshine with you. That when you come back, You'd paint my world into colors I've never even imagined I'll wait for your return.