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.

Can I talk myself into not wanting great things I fear I’ll never have?
Maturity asked me to learn that I’d never win certain arguments
‘Do you want to sell sugar water … or do you want to change the world?’
I often need this warning label: ‘Does not play well with others’
Slow death of painful past leaves me trapped in fog of depression
Buffet’s hypocrisy: His company owes IRS $1 billion in back taxes
Liberty-minded people need to distance ourselves from crazy folks
Sometimes we don’t really notice perfect match ’til it’s far too late
Financial ignorance from your TV: Gold may not be around next year