His eyes displayed a sweet mad simple demeanor
Though it is not always that way
There are days where you can imagine a great, fiery pit in the center of his mahogany irises
The plans for the day are always changed by whatever he may have felt that moment in time
One second he's a pocket full of sunshine and the next he is a feisty demon jumping out of Satan's pit
The minute he changes his mind, you can foresee what he's going to attempt mere seconds before
But that's only because of the many years spent with him in his flaming lit of mischief.