"Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string." I trust him against my better judgement. Perhaps more than I trust myself. I just met him, but I can't help but find him intriguing. He is a piece of art, all I desire to do is paint his soul, swirls of dark with a sliver of light. I've been lucky enough to see the light once when I dreamt of meeting him. Who knew dreams could come true?