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.
Is there life on Mars? Is there love? Where can we find what’s missing?
It’s wrong to silence anybody, even a nutcase like Alex Jones
Intelligent, well-meaning people often pull in opposite directions
Being hermit looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope
Ohio high school shooting shouldn’t be excuse to take more guns away
‘Don’t ever be afraid to turn page,’ but leaving comfort zone is scary
Could ‘free cities’ — existing inside more restrictive states — be a first step toward freedom?
Why let your enemy control you by choosing to listen to his hate?