As I sat in the chair staring at the screen, I could only imagine the pain that must be eating him so deeply.
Trying to make sense of the quizzical remarks, the words used to attack and defend, but why was he so defensive and used my words to attack me?
I am one that understands and empathizes with people, especially ones I care about.

I saw his soul as this beautiful well tended garden, so full of life and the desire to grow and learn, to be somebody, then the weeds began to creep in. 
The keeper of the garden seemed to disappear, weeds, vermin, overtook the garden as the vines crawled up the walls of the house and fence.
Such a nasty place to be, the trash began to accumulate and the entire garden began to be choked out. 
Where there should have been more growth, became withered.

Could it be the abandonment at 15?  There must be earlier memories to have choked such a beautiful mind and soul.

The walls in my apartment seemed to weep as I sat there, at a loss on how to reach down and help heal the pain or jsut to have a better understanding.

We talked and things seemed better, until the mood hit.  I am beginning to see the cycle and it is getting closer in time.
It is such a warped, twisted mind that the innocnet one cannot put a finger on what happens,  it just does, out of nowhere, the attack and defend begins.
A simple "how was your day or, How was work?" could cause the eruption.
"Why do you always ask me that? Same thing day after day!" in such a foul tone one is thrown off as to how to respond.
Looks like the mood maybe ok, ask about the tone,  uhoh,,,wrong time....."I dont have a tone, YOU do"....he says.   Ok how do  approach this ,  being calm,,I say,  "You asked me to bring it to your attention as you said you dont realize you have a tone  but have been told you do,  I am tring to do as you ask and then you get so upset,"
"I dont have a tone, you do, listen to yourself"  he says.
Ok,,,,I say nothing and leave it lay where it is,  try another time I think to myself.

A new day, new time, new window.
The tone has been there and the mood has been intense.  Releif is in the air.

ahhh,,,,can I ask a question?, I say.  Glazed look, "go ahead,"

I ask, are you ok?   I am tired, you just dont know how tired I am, he says,

hesitantly I suggest, maybe if when your really tired you could take a short nap, take the edge off.  OOPs...wrong thing to say,,,He responds with  "I am not a 3 yr old child, dont tell me what to do!"

About a week later I notice he is trying to take naps.  I say nothing but he does say"Taking a nap helps take the edge of....."dont say a word I say to myself.

The egshells are beginning to crack,,,,,tread lightly, very lightly