The youth that remains in my memory is my rebellion, venting, anger, and lingering sadness.
Sitting on the mountain, smoking a cigarette in a daze, thinking about the road I have traveled and the things I have experienced in the past few years, I silently feel sad for myself and blame everyone.
Time is a ruthless carving knife that has changed everything here and everything about me. When everything becomes the past, no matter how beautiful the memories are, they will deteriorate and lose to time.
I am still me, continuing to go my own way and being uninhibited by the world. I am still living in fantasy, living in pain, when I have insomnia, when I am forgotten. Four years ago today, I just graduated. Instead of choosing to go to school like other classmates, I decided to go out and create my own world.