Peace

He is a quiet person, the kind who moves gently through the world. But inside his mind, the voices are so loud that sometimes he forgets where he is, or what he was trying to do. He keeps trying to be complete, to be enough, to reach the place he imagines for himself. He tries to be perfect, to be good, to be steady. But sometimes he breaks. Sometimes he fails at being perfect, fails at being good and it feels like, on the path to becoming what he wants, he is slowly losing himself too. Still, he keeps going still trying, still learning, still becoming.

It's strange that silence is both a winning card and a close call to death.