A dark cloud has followed me all day.
But it’s worse than that. It’s more like a dark monster — spewing its foul hot breath down my neck — just waiting for its chance to devour me.
I’ve come to a restaurant where I haven’t been for a long time. I didn’t really want to deal with anyone I know, but I felt too restless to go home. I’m sitting next to a huge window with a view of a beautiful sunset on the horizon, but I don’t even feel like walking outside to take a photo.
The glorious red sky doesn’t match the blackness I feel inside.
It’s not depression that I feel. This sort of darkness is different. It’s more like hopelessness. It’s the feeling that I’ve been running a race — pushing toward the prize I needed with all my heart — and then finding that I’ve been running in a big circle. It’s the feeling that my time has been wasted. That I’ll never have what I’ve been chasing.
When I woke up this morning, I remembered a dream — a vivid night drama that had awakened me in the wee hours and made me feel terribly alone.

Media and mass hysteria lead us into madness of celebrity worship
What evil lives in the heart of man who can kill his wife, kids?
Family seemed perfectly typical, but I felt envious of their lives
I fear nobody will come with me as I start down a difficult path
Politics won’t mend our world, but mending ourselves has power
As we enjoyed the sunset together, language and borders didn’t matter
Ban on saggy pants: Why do we require laws against looking foolish?
What do you do when it feels as though your entire world is over?