A collection of emotional writings by the Boy Scouts

My own world, your own world

I am just one of those tiny beings living on a round, empty earth, but sometimes I blow up a huge balloon that doesn't fit my existence.

I inflate the balloon to make myself fly for a while, but I soon fall into the sea.

The water soaks my skin and presses against me. I have no desires, no needs. I only have the will to survive. Without that will, a burning flame, it wouldn't exist.

But the waves covered me like an icy, transparent blanket, and the flames that had enveloped my body were slowly consumed by this suffocating space, and finally turned to ash and floated on the surface.

I too floated along. The sea is endless. That's why it's all the more splendid. Eternity is beautiful, yet terrifying. Eternity is something that must flow endlessly somewhere. Eternity clings to the sea's shoulders, pressing down on it. Just as the sea presses down on me.

In the end, we are all the same, evil beings abandoned by God and punished. In the end, we are all the same.

I bitterly embraced the sea. It seemed the sea embraced me too. We drifted together, following the eternal flow. The sound of water flowing into eternity was truly beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

❣Please look at me when you're having a hard time❣

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