29 March
Year 22

The owner of the gas station spat on the floor and left.
I laid crouching on the floor still.
I graffitied the back wall of the gas station
and was caught by the owner
and got hit.

I rolled on the floor.
Being hit was a familiar thing,
but it still hurt.

It was a while ago when I started graffiti art.

~

I had picked up the leftover spray.
It looked like it was yellow.
I just sprayed it at random and bright yellow on the gray wall.
I gave the wall another spray.

I only stopped my hand after all the spray cans were empty.
I couldn't  wait to go back.
I did not know significance of the colors I'd put on the wall yet.

What I did...
why i did it...
I did not know yet.

Just one thing I could say as that I felt the colors in my heart.
At first I thought I was ugly.
It was stupid, useless and pitiful.
I did not like it.

I rubbed off the undried paint that was on my palms.
I wanted to erase everything.
Instead of the paint being erased,
it mixed into different colors and
formed into different shapes.

I sat against the wall.
It was not the matter of heart and soul.
It was not the problem of being beautiful or not.
It was just me.

~

I coughed when lifted myself up.
Blood poured out from my mouth.
And then I saw someone's hand pick up the spray can.
As I followed the hand, I saw his face.
It was Namjoon Hyung.

I laughed.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
I thought it was an illusion.
I must've been hit pretty hard.

Hyung extended his hand.
I just looked up.
Namjoon Hyung took my
hand and pulled me to my feet.
His hands were warm.