I'm 17 years old. I'm an organism came from planet earth. I love art.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
Who I really am? What is my purpose here?
My mother always says, these are questions that will only be ask by children.
She always says that I am like a kid who always ask silly questions which, i think is not true at all.
Yes. I agree that i am childish at times, yet I do not agree that I am, for most of the time.
In my life, I have been living, surviving in this world for almost "1_" years since I was last "trapped" in the womb.
I have two best friend I enjoy accompanying with. They are nice to talk to and encouraging.
I do know that they give helpful comme