My Friend's....

Who...what?
who?
who am i?
i ask that to you.
what am i?
do i exist?
what for?
we exist because others acknowledge us.
and if not?
how...what?
do you acknowledge me?
if you dont?
how do i exist???
and if you do
what do i exist as?
a tool?
a puppet for your strings?
do you see me for who i am?
or do you see me for what i am?
for what i can do?
and talks and question and argument about existence....
useless, pointless, aimless, nonsense!
perhaps we all don't exist.


that poetry not mine, but belong to my friend (i can't write the name cos i even not ask for her permite), and for the picture also.
i hope she don't mind i publish her "artwork".

hell yeah, even i have friends.....????