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for a Soldier who has always been to War, peace feels like the worst kind of Torture. it is the Loud Silence of comfort. a Constant, Creeping whisper - Waiting for the next Bomb to Drop. it is a Flinch at every quiet Noise, even your loved one turning a doorknob is a Gun being Cocked. when you have never experienced safety, the Trauma of Battle becomes home. it is a familiar Hell - the navigation a map of Scars. i wonder often, are they Scared of peace? they never wished for War. they were Involuntary Dragged to Doom. but now, the calm is a Void - and the ceasefire a Siren. always expecting the next Attack - the Tension and Misery, it feels safer than being Unprepared for a peace that might not last.
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Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
the Restless Soldier
for a Soldier who has always been to War, peace feels like the worst kind of Torture. it is the Loud Silence of comfort. a Constant, Creeping whisper - Waiting for the next Bomb to Drop. it is a Flinch at every quiet Noise, even your loved one turning a doorknob is a Gun being Cocked. when you have never experienced safety, the Trauma of Battle becomes home. it is a familiar Hell - the navigation a map of Scars. i wonder often, are they Scared of peace? they never wished for War. they were Involuntary Dragged to Doom. but now, the calm is a Void - and the ceasefire a Siren. always expecting the next Attack - the Tension and Misery, it feels safer than being Unprepared for a peace that might not last.
I attempted to articulate the effects of trauma. The paradox in which one becomes so used to survival mode that the absence of threats starts to feel like danger. It is a psychological exploration of the consequences inflicted by war, or even any traumatic experience.
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17/Agender
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
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