It begins with a man named Y. He who always wanted peace.At least that what he always told everyone maybe because he wanted himself to believe that he wanted peace. He was always afraid of everything but never showed fear nor did he ever ran from a fight. He always knew his weakness yet he embraced it.He knew what he wanted all along but never accepted that.He was capable of what he desired but never took the initiative to make it.
He was angry but calm,scared yet brave,lonely yet wholesome,broken yet caring.What is he?
He is what you call a man who lived by shackles all his life yet never complained.Shackles which he place on himself and never even tried to break out.His existence was a blank canvas and he had the brush in his hand but never drawn anything.
He is the empty shell you can find on the beach and throw away later.