Historias de Goditthipat

How are we not art, when our hips and our lips and our hands all fit together like corresponding place? ーChristopher Poindexter We are like canvas, it all starts with a blank open to loving and colorful strokes with each and everyday we add more colors more texture and more life wondering how do we end this piece? how do we end our love story? GodtBas/PhaYo AU (on-going)