A Painters Diary

[Lacrimosa]

Today I met a strange young girl

A girl named Bao, she was nice. 

Yet she held back in her story. . . .they always do when I first start to work. 

I think it's better this way, my mind swims sometimes.

I haven't seen her in my dreams.

I have had nightmares. . of The Dreamer.

It felt like it saw something in me in the square. 

I tried to draw The Dreamer as well, I felt as if I was swimming. Lost in a place of shadows, and smoke.

I didn't like that feeling.

Perhaps when I dream tonight she will come.

What a strange name Bao.