What are your outlets for creativity? Are you an author, or an artist? Do you write poetry, or songs? The raw feeling of having that ever comforting canvas to dump your proverbial ideas onto, brings the soul a sense of harmonious quiet. Pure creativity that you sometimes can't express with spoken word, but with the swipe of a pen, or through the tap of keys. It all leads to witnessing your idealistic fantasies come to life through sheer force of will and passion.

Some would say, that was only one side of the fence; the clean-shaven face in the mirror that stares back with a smile. But the person gazing on the potential reflection, dreams of joining hands with that person in the mirror. Goals, desires, wants, and the fruits of passion, all separated by a thin glass veil. Having the strength to punch through this translucent barrier is never so simple, is it? What happens when you ooze creativity through your pores, but the only one that pays you any mind, is the person in the mirror?