Now I have to face my dying youth, and the real people and things that I did not have the courage to face in the past nearly eighteen years.
I want to give my youth an explanation. Who is it, what is it, that made it scarred, eclipsed, and died without a cure.
I want to stand transparently on the altar of youth, carve prayers with the blood of my wounds, sing an elegy with my torn vocal cords, and start this grand and fearless memorial ceremony...