I’m talking to you. In a moment, I’m not…. You are not there.
I see you being transformed into a familiar, but horrific being – eyes bulging out, a disconnected expression, hands moving aimlessly in the air, clenched teeth and a desire to kill.
I survive the night, live in hope of a better future, and then … it happens again.
You seem to revel in the ghoulish parts of your being. I often wonder what makes you hold on to it. Is it an effort to scare the living daylights out of others? Is it a compensation for something you missed doing earlier? Do you find meaning in the darkness within, to escape from humdrum realities around? Does it lend depth to an otherwise hollow existence?
I have no answers. There is a strong desire to help, but you don’t want to be helped.
Yet, I live through it, sharpening my insights – then disconnecting to retain my own sanity.
Reena Saxena 
Reena, this resonates so deeply – you’ve described my father to a tee.
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OMG! I can’t say I’m happy that you could relate to it.
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It’s been a challenge.
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It is a challenge to make them accept they need help.
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Reblogged this on BrewNSpew and commented:
Sharing Reena’s take on the prompt –
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True, Reena. We can’t help those who won’t listen and/or won’t try to help themselves. And those that like to participate in the dark side of life usually lack self-confidence and their inner self is saying “look at me”! Excellent piece and thank you for joining in.
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Thank you, Franci!
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