A young man wears mask after mask.
He mutilates his arms to relieve the pain from within.
One doesn’t know where his pain ends and his parents expectations begin.
I imagine he feels dead already, chained to the future.
A spark ignites his soul and the world diminishes into pockets of memories.
His tender heart feels light and full of love.
Along with the love from another, he smiles and finds life to be different.