You know he’s not happy, but persists nonetheless, going through the motions of the day, doing what he thinks he’s “supposed” to be doing for everyone in his little world.

He gives and gives and takes nothing for himself, and then wonders why he feels so angry.

He needs space but can’t get it, he needs understanding but doesn’t have it.

He’s trapped in a hell of his own making and can’t find a way out.

“Have you ever been so lost, that you became free?” he asked me.

“I was lost and you found me. You’ll never be free.”… Read the rest