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.
This is my new wife, Claire — but she doesn’t actually exist
Knowing right choice years later is useless without time machine
How do we protect innocent and still keep peace in civil society?
Today is surgery for me; I’ll give you news and be back when I can
Can I reconnect with inner child who saw the world differently?
Best years of our lives? For me, teen years were start of feeling like alien
Third parties aren’t any better than two parties if they anoint rulers
Who were you before someone told you who you were supposed to be?