At times I wished that I had taken Jared's advice. I should've stayed away.
Before I became a part of that place, I had been simple. A young Korean boy that obeyed his mother, studied on weeknights and stayed home on weekends. I had been an easy person, in the sense that everything around me had been easy for me to understand and every action had been easy to execute, taking little to no contemplation, however, for the first time I couldn't understand anything at all.
That place...
I met so many boys. So many. Each of them did things and said things to me, whether insignificant, monumental, unspeakable or beautiful, which made me contemplate. Contemplate my youth, my mother's teachings, my ethics – essentially – myself. I love them all in ways I will never describe but I hate the things they did to me.
Oh, but as it is said, "love conquers all."
Most times I am grateful. Although at times I forget, I know that those things – the insignificant, monumental, unspeakable, beautiful things - inseparable and fluid like water, cleansed me - rejuvenated me. Most days, I bathe in the infinite dam of the memories of these things, washing away gradually the parts of me I wish to disregard, and leaving no more than my bare, naked being.
I am who I am in this moment because of that place, those boys, those things.
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St John's Boys
Ficção AdolescenteMoon Ji Sung would tell you himself that this story is not his but it it is his to tell. It isn't about him and it never was. This story... this - it's about St John and all of his boys: Ji Sung, Jared, Adriaan, Noah, Bophelo, Zulu, Marco, Pyotr... ...
