“It is best to die with your head held high than to live in humiliation.”
A brother told me so, when I feared for the life of mine and the lives of my loved ones
Words from a boy who lives for martyrdom
Younger than I, yet he speaks of truth with wisdom

His words quickly integrated into my mind
The right combination of words one could find
Self-induced insomnia, paranoia, and pseudo-hallucinations started to subside
Hyper-ability to hear was no longer trapping me in fear and in time

I feel toward this boy a deep admiration, it comes with respect beyond comprehension
I am a student of his; he tells me he is a student of mine
We share knowledge, opinions; we speak of things that I cannot publicly mention
We are not alike, but we share the same ending

*neither of these images belong to me*