The many forms of art is what drives my entire existence. If expression was not a common knowledge then what might I be. What might anything be? Perhaps an existence in itself. An entity of its own kind. A form. A model. A chemical bond of atomic energies. I am 22 years of built up energies, casting upon what will. Shadowing the sets of sense. Overcoming the realistic boundaries of time. Powered by usual forces of the entirety of mankind. Derived from the naturalistic properties. Sent to the existence of spastic space.