‘It’ helped me see

A person who wronged me.

Recoganized as my frenemy.

Many back and forth we had shared.

Until a time came neither did care.

Only thing that did make sense.

Hurting one another

Even if it wasnt fair.

And so came a day i woke up in my sleep

wanting this anger to be free.

Hovering over my bed and into space

Unfazed...

Unfazed by the city lights

Or the gleaming trees.

I rose high till i could see .

The house of my enemy.

And straight i flew in line

Towards that brick chimney.

Passing through the roof and into his room.

I see him sleeping peacefully.

The anger starting to rise.

As i am remebering all the times.

But something caught my eye.

A bright white smile lurking

Behind the window

Behind the tree.

Something shining in the dark.

I see a reflection in that silver steel.

As i squint to see , i can make a face

With steel clenched to its teeth.

a mad psycho smile,

i can feel its madness

Pierce Into me

It feels like that mind

Had long outgrown the

Anger which is inside me.

Beyond no return,

I feel it staring at my enemy.

I look toward him lying asleep

For a second i feel at ease,

This may be the end of my enemy...

But i look back at this thing now leaping from the tree.

Its cold hand lifting the wooden sill.

I am uncomfotable by what i see.

In it i see the worst of me.

Forever trapped in that mind..

Have i gone too far?

I look back at my enemy

Still asleep.

A wooden creak,

I turn to see its foot halfway through the window onto the wooden floor.

Cold shivers running up my spine.

What will happen next?

Shouldnt i be afraid?

But im watching this whole thing unfold in surprise.

And now it just walks past me

its eyes darting toward my enemy feet.

It loosened its clench on the silver.

Now holding it in his finger.

The scene is set

Im clear now of the eventuality.

But i feel frozen in my mind.

A cold shiver that called

Moral dilemma is growing inside

The time slows down to a stop,

I see it lower its silver.

One deep breath before the final stop.

In that instant,

I see a burst of pictures

In my mind.

I see a story unfold

Once a friend , once a frenemy.

All the memories of a distant past

It feels so long ago.

*I see the psycho raising that knife*

In that moment i feel something weird inside. Something thats hard to describe.

Logic seems to break down.

"It feels selfish to save his life."

"It doesnt feel right to intervene."

But a thought keeps pestering me inside.

Everything seems aligned to take his life

"So Do i matter?"

Clarity is brought to light.

As the voice is spoked aloud in my mind.

And the truth of this anger unveils.

The first time it was brought to life.

Calling me weak.

Calling me powerless.

All his action wanting me to feel that way inside.

How fitting an end would it be? If he saw me do nothing as he is killed by this pycho .

But then he would be right.

I coudnt do anything.

How can i let that be?

And so in that moment.

A shockbolt rushed through my mind. I forgive him. I forgive me. It was as simple as that. I had proved my point.

Time unpaused and i ran and leaped onto the bed.

Staring down the psycho with its dagger point down towards his head

A final staredown! I lock my eyes.

I see him perplexed by what he sees. Long gone in his mind.

He began to speak.

"I recoganize you.

I killed You many times over.

And yet you appear in front of me again even after all this time"

He lowers his steel, calming his hand.

Changed in his mind he takes a step back.

Uncertain if his mind will change again.

Its me who is now afraid.

For instead of a ghost he thinks its his schizophrenia kicking inside.

As i look to him, i get up on my knees and walk towards the other side of the room. Just to be sure if he has lost me with his imagination.

I see it follow behind ..

The psycho begins to speak.

Conversating.

It trying to free itself from the consciousness it once had been.

Killing himself everytime

So He can pretend it doesnt exist.

Did time reveal to him what it had lost?

I feel sorry, it cant smell or feel the memory of for what once it had been.

No visions no clarity,

All seem but a curse to him.

For in ending himself he is convinced it Was never real.

And so he strikes his knife at the ghost he sees.

Flaying that silver into me.

A Fog that only he sees.

Fighting against nothing.

A psycho man at his peak.

I understand it now. And just easily bored as i was excited about finding out his mystery that eluded me.

I decide its time to leave.

Knowing my work here was done.

I see him put his silver to rest. Convinced he has put himself to a final sleep.

A reset button Till the conscience resurfaces.....

In an instant i see myself sucked back ,

A tunnel of time being retraced.

My body being pulled back to the bed.

I am laid to rest...

The phone alarm rings.

I open my eyes.

Feeling the vibration humming in my ears.

I pick up my phone.

new day awaits...

A notification well recieved,

a post of my frenemy sharing and being what he had always been.

And next to it a new friend request....