He glides out of darkness, silently stepping from the shadows. He takes my hand, against my wanting, and presses me to follow him, as I become again the frightened child. He guides me through the tunnels, the darkened forest of my mind with the wild animals and evil trees that come to life at my touch. I am shaking in terror, soaked with the sweat of trying to run away from his grasp. I do not know what we will meet next, I just know that each step leads us deeper and deeper into hell. Each reluctant step, and we are closer to the monster that waits for us. The leaves of the trees laugh at me as the cold wind blows against my skin. His heavy hand on my arm tightens the painful grip on me. I can not run, I can not scream. I can not disappear. I jump out from my bed, heart pounding hard and fast like I run for hours, my body in pain from how real it was. It was just a dream. It is not a dream. It is my life.
Avatar photo in memory of my younger brother Makar.
"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."~~~Martin Luther King Jr., 1963