Dirty Little Secrets

Compassion is being able to relate to some other being, realizing what they are going through, empathising, and if you follow through, helping to ease their suffering as best you can. It doesn’t mean allowing them free reign to walk all over you, at least, not knowingly. There are times when it’s a very fine line indeed. The trouble is, when you have an emotional investment in another person, it can be difficult, if not impossible, to realize when someone is lying to you. If you love someone, you believe in them, even if your faith in them later turns out to be misplaced faith.

There is such a thing as “tough love,” too. You can’t help someone, especially those with some sort of addiction, unless they first want to seriously help themselves. You step in and fix things too many times and they begin to rely on you to get them out of every uncomfortable situation they encounter. Sometimes refusing to help is the best thing you can do to spur them to action in helping themselves. You have to learn when to say “No” and stick to it. Showing them an alternate choice of action and watching to see whether they show interest in another way can also be very telling as to their true intentions.

night watch

n : a watch during the night (as from midnight to 8 a.m.) [syn: graveyard watch, middle watch, midwatch]

Night watch.
(a) A period in the night, as distinguished by the change of watch.
(b) A watch, or guard, to afford protection in the night.

Night watcher : one who watches in the night; especially, one who watches with evil designs.

This is Night Watch, a blog for my writing experiments. Entries here will run the gamut and may not even make any sense. FreeWriting, in particular, will likely be filled with unedited, stream-of-consciousness mind babble, but I don’t expect anyone to actually wade through here.

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such is the power of poesy,
the illusion of each day,
suffering in sleeplessness,
i sit here next to your silence…
watching you dream, i love you still,
even among these cold things,
in the earth of your soul.

the solitude that i occupy,
solitude crossed with memory and dream,
and with silence,
from the shadows another mirage beckons…
something far away and happy,
nostalgic voices singing in my soul,
a song that passes through our lives.

oh, if only i could write
the perfect poem for you,
darkness perforated,
your eyes have their own silence…
they caress the words i’ve arranged on the page,
i’d like to entice you with a joy i’ve never known,
i’d like to be all that you demand of me.