“Pretty picture of mine, look how pretty you are.
Observe how the colors blend with the light.
To pretend just for a second that you are real and I, mere fantasy.
To loose ourselves in a world of my own, where I am able to give you life using my brush and give you love using my hands.
Pretty picture of mine, you have stained my pages with colors.
You have turned on the lights in a room I have always kept in black and white.
You showed no shame, but authority.
You have not divided, but united.
You have conquered my will, and we have only begun.”
