“In your hand, take this key. So long as you have the makings, then through this simple act of taking… its wielder you will one day be. And you will find me, friend— no ocean will contain you then. Not around, or below, or above, so long as your champion the ones you love.”
There is beauty in the breakdown,
when things don't go your way,
when things seem out of sorts,
when judgement calls overlook morals.When fights turn into battles,
and battles turn into wars,
when friends turn to enemies,
and borders fall.Take my hand in yours,
we'll pretend it will be ok,
because there lies beauty in the breakdown,
and there are colours in faults.
