The artistry of some men have always seemed to allure me in one way or another. The way they simply pick up a pencil and draw their emotions away on a blank canvas. Except their mind, creating an entirely new field of vision is the least bit blank. It’s their ability to make something out of nothing.. but that something being the closest thing to reality, that reality can possibly get. It takes patience, and a keen eye for the aesthetic. They see life in a different perspective, one much different from mine, to say the least - and that is the kind of boy I like. One that can not just open up new doors for me, but create them along the way with the work of his hand. If he can picture beauty, transcribe it onto a piece of paper, and sketch it to perfection, you know he’s got a rare gift. He’s a keeper.