The Narrow Path of the Beast
If I were to represent it like a life graph, I am at the bottom of a valley right now. Every difficulty has happened all at once, and I have likely reached the absolute lowest point that my current self could possibly experience.
I had imagined that the world you see at times like this would be pitch black, but that's not it. It was pure white, a blank slate.
Am I an optimist, I wonder?
Frustration, misery, patheticness. Everything has passed, and now.
Well, as far as I can see, there is nothing. What should I do?
Let's let this unarmed life run wild right now
I see, I am unarmed.
I have one meager life
Might as well use it all up
Even if sadness tries to cover me
I will embrace it and keep going
I have one borrowed life
Use it up brazenly before returning it
Come on, devour it, laugh it off
Go down the path so narrow that no one else can pass
I started crying while listening to this.
Shall I go?
Even if it's embarrassing. Even if it's scary.
Brazenly.
Since it's a meager life anyway.
Why don't I let the me of the future laugh it off.