He sees desolate streets and hollow buildings--
"like a ghost town"
he tells me
It's been around 5 years off and on
that he has been in the grip and blackness of the
taking up residence like a deadly poison in his soul
leaving emptiness behind
a vacant building
an abandoned house
with a constant need for
a never ending hunger
But look over there--
"to your right"
I tell him
can't you see the castles made of
shiny, sparkling stones in every color
only he can choose
no one can do it for him...
no one can do it except him...
He comes home different, I can tell from his voice on the phone...
wants to "let more light in the house," he says
begins tearing down old curtains
washing windows til they shine
scrubbing everything in sight
"I can't believe how bad it got...it's really disgusting in here"
One day at a time, my friend...
your castle of color awaits
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