The first time you buy a painting, it is the pride of your house. You put it on display because this painting made your day. But as days turn into weeks, you get tired of Mistique, the painting of your dreams. You take it off the center spot and put it in a bathroom lot, where its beauty gets defaced and its colours start to fade. But Mistique is still standing. By month ten you've been through more then one painting, and Mistiques sitting in some old bend, remembering it's friend, just waiting for the end.
You're looking for some dread but found Mistique insteand and remember that first friend, who's torn apart by now. You tape a glue and colour it all new but on the inside,
Mistique is already dead.
