Beginning.

The beauty of life and the power of creation is a extraordinary feeling, I felt it for the first time, I wasn't me getting birthed, it was me getting painted.

The beautiful strokes of the pencil lining my jaw, sculpting my eyes, my long eyelashes curling upwards, my lips becoming kissable and my nose feeling the scents of the art studio filled with all kinds of different paint. My beauty, the artstyle.

I love myself so much as well as my beautiful artist, Musa.

She's my guardian, my everything. I've been drawn 989 times in sketchbooks, paintings and even on her hand. Every single time I felt my existence come to life, it was the best, it was better than any drug in the world.

I don't know why she keeps painting me but I hope she doesn't stop.

Until she..