Sometimes i feel like im at the edge of the cliff looking down at the crashing surf with nowhere to go but down. I used to have this fun dreams when i was so free. But now as i fly, im afraid. There are telephone lines and electrical wires. How painful would it be to run into one. I wonder if i'll ever be free again. Im slowing sinking in a vast lake of quicksand, a bottomless pool. I wish i could crawl under a rock and sleep forever. I seemed to be at the end of the road.
My name is Kelvin Ku. I write this and hopes that one day, many years from now, i would be able to go back, and remembers what my life was like, when i was a young and confused adolescent. Desperately trying to understand myself in the world i live in.