When I get bigger, big enough to go somewhere by myself, I want to go to a land that’s far away.
I want to go to a faraway island. I want to go to an island that has no people. I want to go to an island that has no pain or sadness.
There are no adults, children, classmates, teachers or my mom on that island.
On that island, I can climb a tree when I want to climb, swim in the sea when I want to swim, and sleep when I want to sleep.
In the island, I think about the town that I left behind. Kids go to school, as if nothing has changed.
Adults go to the office, as if nothing has changed. Mom eats, as if nothing has changed.
When I think about the town without me, I feel a sense of relief. I want to go far, far away.
Look, look around carefully. Strain your eyes. At the darkness around us... At the darkness... around me. You said, "anywhere but here". This is where. Here at the border. Gathered by the winds. Those who've met their final destiny hanging between jealousy and regret. Those who failed, swept together here. You say "It doesn't matter where". If you follow me, this is where you'll go! This is your Eden!
You run from it. It is no Eden.
If you follow me... to this place... the entire world... is a battlefield.