I try to be my own person.

But my person is everyone I meet and everything I see. It is a chaotic medley of all the things I hear, the foods I taste, the words that roll off my tongue with practised ease.

My person is calm on some days and frantic on others. It carefully weighs things sometimes, and other times it is an impulsive, headstrong bunch of emotions.

My thoughts are clouded by the thoughts of others. My opinions try and stand their ground but they sit back and take in whatever opinions are flung its way.

I am not independent of everything around me.

I try and be my own person most of the time, but if you look closely you’ll see several shades soaking through. Like painting the sea with multiple shades just to make it appear the way you’d like it to.