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.

These aren’t revolutionaries; they’re nothing but thugs and looters
I have a history of ignoring signs that warn me it’s time for change
If you participate in sham of voting, you’re responsible for what it creates
Chance encounter with woman leaves me grateful for my health
This news just in: Aging drug warrior Bill Bennett is still an idiot
Predictions of doom keep failing, so isn’t it rational to doubt them?
I swiftly judged her bad attitude, but I was slow to judge myself
You’re not watching real news; you’re watching a scripted show
Even when folks praise my work, my secret fear is I may be a fraud