His hair is a palette of different colours
Pink tulips in a garden of sublime beauty and elegance
Purple strands of perfection drifting underneath the stars
Gold stardust, shimmering in the pale moonlight
Glittering, blinding like the sun
Orange lust, captivating every hue of human desire
Green chameleon, every part of him moves with great finesse
Stygian, his eyes are a mystery, a journey of untravelled wilderness.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
