"T-The memories of the past, h-how can one n-not forget?"
His mutters escaped through his breath and throughout the dry and cold atmosphere; his lisp seeming to be the only sound noticeable by the people around him, although no one was; by himself and in his cheaply made house, appearing to struggle to stand as gravity tugged its mossy layers.
His fingers suddenly stopping as he approached a book that appeared to be written when he was in his youth; his fingers glided to the top of the book where he pulled the book down, placing it on his palms where his eyes read through the title, stating; The youth of Hyun-Joo as he took a seat on a chair.
"T-The best years of my life? I-It must be..."
His vocal strength was certainly not strong, weakened by his age; gliding through the pages of the book as a nostalgia kicked in a few tears dropped off his face dropping onto the layers of his clothing which of course was poorly made.
"I-I wish I could... J-Just... G-Go back in time and c-change myself, not be the one who my young-self that petty on people l-like me..."
He straightened his crooked body posture as if that wasn't hard enough for his well-being, he released another mutter as his lungs were struggling to keep up with his system.
"O-Only be known; n-not stuck here in self-petty... I-I have failed and I-I am living in s-self-doubt without care of myself or others. Failure of ambitions and in constant denial of who I-I think I am..."
He took a large gasp as he shut the book with his twitchy fingers; placing the book back on the shelf with his self-doubt raising, realizing he didn't achieve what he wanted too.
He walked back to his chair with his youth years on his mind than taking a nap where he could dream about the things he has done as a kid, only in a matter of time he'll wake up back in his self-misery and irrelevance of being unknown to the public and others around him.
