●Prolog●

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~Song: Sleep Deprivation~

No one knows the violence it took to become this gentle.

The toxicity you lived in to become so careful.

'Protect your peace'

Might just be the best advice I've ever heard.

But never build your walls so high that you shut everyone out.

Because someone wants to help, someone somewhere looks at you like you're their entire world.

And you look at yourself like you're nothing.

Let me protect my peace, but with a door to allow you to walk in and see my world.

Because my world truly is beautiful.

Its big and it's blue. Filled with endless waves and sunsets.

My world is a wave.

Its the most wonderful ride of your life.

When you are on top of the water.

When you're gliding in your board and can still see the sun.

Its heart racing, its exciting, and its beautiful.

But every surfer falls of their wave, especially in my world.

Failure is how you learn, even when you fall off that wave you tumble in darkness.

Tossed in so many directions you can never remember which was is up.

You're lungs burn from the lack of air, and your eyes sting from the salt.

You can frantically search for the top of the water, but you'll never find it.

Because the wave just keeps on pulling you.

You have no control over the wave, just like how you have no control over life.

What happens, happens.

You can either freak out and waste your energy.

Or you can relax, wait out the darkness, and the tumbling.

You realize that when you don't freak out, your lungs don't burn.

Because, in reality that wave is only going to keep you under for 30 seconds.

Not forever.

Yes protect your peace, as you would protect your head from your board fins as you're being tossed about.

But understand that you can't make the wave stop moving.

So yes, unfortunately, it takes violence to create peace.

Just as it takes falling off your board into the deep dark water to learn how to surf.

But if you want it all bad enough, you keep going.

Because peace is comfort

Just like the ocean is my home.

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