For some weeks, this title was owned by someone - and it's not you.
I was in deep regret that I forgot that it was you. The things that you do and the sacrifices you had done to be with your beloved pen and canvass. The lines and strokes you make out of passion and experience. How would I be able to forget that, but yes I did.
I was lost for a while, blinded by the gloss of all things mundane. My thirst for affection proved me gullible, and failed to look beyond real intentions. The radiant light emitting from someone and the charm that came with it colored my cheeks a frequent tint of blush - to find out that it's all light, blush and nothing else.
As I start with a few illustrations out of boredom and excitement of trying new things, I remember your childish ideals. I smile at the thought of it, and it makes me feel that I have been doing well in adding fuel to your fire of dreams.
To the person who inspired me draw, I have to be honest that this title will be given back to the person who held it for the past few weeks.
For you never inspired me to draw,
you inspired me to be an artist :)
